Husband Quotes (13 quotes)
Chemists show us that strange property, catalysis, which enables a substance while unaffected itself to incite to union elements around it. So a host, or hostess, who may know but little of those concerned, may, as a social switchboard, bring together the halves of pairs of scissors, men who become life-long friends, men and women who marry and are happy husbands and wives.
I look upon statistics as the handmaid of medicine, but on that very account I hold that it befits medicine to treat her handmaid with proper respect, and not to prostitute her services for controversial or personal purposes.
I think, on the whole that scientists make slightly better husbands and fathers than most of us, and I admire them for it.
If nature had arranged that husbands and wives should have children alternatively, there would never be more than three in a family.
Like teeth husbands are hard to get and while we have them they give us a great deal of pain and trouble. But once we lose them they leave a wide gap.
Like the ski resort full of girls hunting for husbands and husbands hunting for girls, the situation is not as symmetrical as it might seem.
Pierre Curie, a brilliant scientist, happened to marry a still more brilliant oneâ€”Marie, the famous Madame Curieâ€”and is the only great scientist in history who is consistently identified as the husband of someone else.
Some minersâ€™ wives take in washing and make more money than their husbands do. In every gold rush from this one to the Klondike, the suppliers and service industries will gather up the dust while ninety-nine per cent of the miners go home with empty pokes.
Thereâ€™s a touch of the priesthood in the academic world, a sense that a scholar should not be distracted by the mundane tasks of day-to-day living. I used to have great stretches of time to work. Now I have research thoughts while making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Sure itâ€™s impossible to write down ideas while reading â€śCurious Georgeâ€ť to a two-year-old. On the other hand, as my husband was leaving graduate school for his first job, his thesis advisor told him, â€śYou may wonder how a professor gets any research done when one has to teach, advise students, serve on committees, referee papers, write letters of recommendation, interview prospective faculty. Well, I take long showers.â€ť
When I was living with the Indians, my hostess, a fine looking woman, who wore numberless bracelets, and rings in her ears and on her fingers, and painted her face like a brilliant sunset, one day gave away a very fine horse. I was surprised, for I knew there had been no family talk on the subject, so I asked: â€śWill your husband like to have you give the horse away?â€ť Her eyes danced, and, breaking into a peal of laughter, she hastened to tell the story to the other women gathered in the tent, and I became the target of many merry eyes. I tried to explain how a white woman would act, but laughter and contempt met my explanation of the white manâ€™s hold upon his wifeâ€™s property.
Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinionâ€™s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I donâ€™t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often itâ€™s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but itâ€™s always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, Iâ€™ve got a sneaky feeling youâ€™ll find that love actually is all around.
[Agatha Christie] is fond of quoting the witty wife who once said, â€śan archaeologist is the best husband any woman can have; the older she gets, the more interested he is in her.â€ť
[Niels Bohr] is a national pride to his fellow Danes. In Denmark, Bohrâ€™s standing is only slightly less than that of the royal family and Hans Christian Anderson. When the wife of an American physicist casually told a gentleman seated next to her on a Copenhagen streetcar that her husband was studying under Professor Bohr, the old man jumped to his feet, swept off his hat with a flourish and bowed deeply.