Quotes For Second Marriage Novels & Stories

Marion said seriously, "Whether it's a proposal, engagement, or wedding, it's a once-in-a-lifetime event, so we can't skip any of the rituals. I won't let you feel shortchanged." Debra burst into laughter, and he solemnly asked, "Debra, will you marry me?" "Yes." Debra extended her hand without hesitation. Marion's face lit up with a smile. Just as he was about to put the ring on her finger, she suddenly said, "But who said that a proposal, engagement, and wedding can only happen once in a lifetime? What if there's a second marriage?" Marion paused, slipping the ring onto her finger, and stood up. "Now that you're wearing my ring, you can't escape me. A second marriage? Forget it."

With a hint of slyness on her face, Hazel added, "If I divorce you, will you really not marry again?" Even though her heart was thudding against her chest in anticipation of his answer, she tried to look composed. "The word 'second marriage' doesn't exist in my dictionary. The best I can do is make sure you won't leave me. Or else this man will be all alone." He suddenly pursed the corners of his mouth and his expression became extremely serious.

“Wishing you both happiness,” the clerk said, swiftly completing the paperwork to cancel their divorce. As they walked out, Quincy held their marriage certificate, feeling the significance of the moment down to his core. “Lydia, let’s go on a second honeymoon,” he said, wrapping his arm around her waist. “How about the Maldives this time?” “And what about a wedding?” Lydia asked, looking up at him with a warm smile. Their eyes met, and both felt a sweetness fill their hearts. Their first wedding had left regrets due to their parents’ disapproval. Although Quincy’s parents still hadn’t come around, Lydia’s were now supportive, and she was carrying their new baby.

“Our first marriage was supposed to last one year.” “I remember.” “I never thought we'd make it this far.” “Neither did I.” She smiled. “Now we're planning another wedding.” “A real one.” Maya laughed. “Our first one was real.” Damon looked at her. “Not the way this one will be.” She understood. Their first marriage had been built around an arrangement. Their second would be built around choice. She reached for his hand. “I want to make one promise.” Damon looked at her. “What?”

Each time he sat by the window, he would remember the way I used to eat with my head down back in college. He said he had kept the fountain pen in the deepest drawer, never giving it to anyone again. He said he finally understood that marriage wasn't just about keeping me by his side, but about making me feel at ease with each passing day. He said what he regretted the most wasn't losing a wife, but losing the version of me who used to be happy for an entire day just from ranking second in his heart. The last thing he said was, "Natasha, I'm sorry. And thank you for once having loved me so earnestly."

Mike crossed his arms in front of his chest, then said firmly, "It sounds more like you're going back to see your ex-husband's wedding!" "I'll go to both their weddings!" Tammy refused to shy away. "I won't miss out on such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to join in on the fun." "Do you have some kind of misunderstanding toward men? How is marriage a once in a lifetime thing? Both of them are marrying for the second time!" Mike teased. "After this, they might divorce again and move on to their third marriage…" Tammy's jaw dropped. Mike's words might be hurtful, but they were not completely unreasonable.

"Thank you very much for convincing my daughter, son. Please, take care of her. I will allow you to claim her from me... but please, do not hurt my daughter's feelings again." "Mommy-" "The next time when my daughter will cry again because of you. Even if I choose for you a lot, I will never entrust her to you again," it was her words to Damien. "Me too, even though you are my son. I will disown you if you hurt Aurora too much again, son. Mark my words!" his mother also threatened him. "Well, I want to congratulate you and your wife, for having a second chance at your marriage," It's his father. "I just hope this time, there won't be any more problems in your marriage, and also, I will be ex

“Well, you’ve been married twice. First to Emery, then he died. And then you had to wait. And then you got married again to this ruffian of a guy.” “His name is Julian,” I said to her. She gave a little nod. “Fine, fine, whatever. But all I’m saying is, you got married again. How does it feel?” I stopped, then turned to her. And she did the same to me. “What do you want from me? What do you want me to say?” “I don’t know,” she scoffed. “Maybe tell me that this is just a phase and by tomorrow it’s all going to be some bad joke.”

I nod, coyly. “Alright,” he gives me a reassuring smile. The butler returns with a wine and everything they do happens in a haze and before I know it, Paul is handing me a glass, “Let's make a toast.” “Cheers to more life and happiness, make a wish,” he urges me. I close my eyes. “I want to get pregnant, I want to have a baby for Fabian, I want my marriage to have the stability it once had, filled with warmth, love, and happiness,”