Band Quotes - Page 7

My life really began when I married my husband.

I am proud of my husband, Marcus, the love of my life, and his Swiss heritage. Even though I have been a dual citizen since I was married in 1978, I have never exercised any rights of that citizenship.

If I wasn't in the band I reckon I'd be a virgin.

Blessed be they as virtuous, who when they feel their virile members swollen with lust, visit a brothel rather than grind at some husband's private mill.

The ideal man doesn't exist. A husband is easier to find.

As a housewife, I feel that if the kids are still alive when my husband gets home from work, then hey, I've done my job.

I feel what they feel: man-hating, that volatile admixture of pity, contempt, disgust, envy, alienation, fear, and rage at men. It is hatred not only for the anonymous man who makes sucking noises on the street, not only for the rapist or the judge who acquits him, but for what the Greeks called philo-aphilos, 'hate in love,' for the men women share their lives with-husbands, lovers, friends, fathers, brothers, sons, coworkers.

How far would you go to protect your family? I'm a father, I'm a son, I'm a grandson, and I'm a husband. If someone were to hurt the women in my life and the law didn't take care of it, what would I do? Pretty awful things.

Women, you can have it all - a loving man, devoted husband, loving children, a fabulous career.

The first Velvet Underground album only sold 10,000 copies, but everyone who bought it formed a band

I was in a band called The Valentines and they broke up last week.

I had glow in the dark bands made up and I've given away a ton of them.

The amount of women in London who flirt with their own husbands is perfectly scandalous. It looks so bad. It is simply washing one's clean linen in public.

I try to be the best husband I can be, and if people respect that, that's cool. But there's no "perfect husband." We just all try to do the best we can, you know what I mean?

Do we know our poor people? Do we know the poor in our house, in our family? Perhaps they are not hungry for a piece of bread. Perhaps our children, husband, wife, are not hungry, or naked, or dispossessed, but are you sure there is no one there who feels unwanted, deprived of affection?

We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies, Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage, for caresses and applause. Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn All that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy, and patience. We, the women of one country, will be too tender of those of another country To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs.

I can't stand rap....people who can't sing do rap....you can sing rebellion as well as talk it....Hitler would have been in a rap band.

When a band like Blondie re-forms, you wish them the best.

Learn the fundamentals of the game and stick to them. Band-Aid remedies never last.

Oh, trebly blest the placid lot of those whose hearth foundations are in pure love laid, where husband's breast with tempered ardor glows, and wife, oft mother, is in heart a maid!

REGARDING THE MARCHING BAND: How much more interesting it would be to see a creeping band.

Aerosmith-one of the 10 best bands today? Yeah definitely.

I won’t stop fighting to give Nevadans access to affordable health care just because my husband is a doctor, just like I won’t stop standing up for veterans because my father served in World War II.

We are only alone when we abandon ourselves.

The fear of making permanent commitments can change the mutual love of husband and wife into two loves of self-two loves existing side by side, until they end in separation.