Explore Quotes by Helen Rowland

A husband is what is left of a lover, after the nerve has been extracted.

A wise woman puts a grain of sugar into everything she says to a man, and takes a grain of salt with everything he says to her.

A woman's flattery may inflate a man's head a little; but her criticism goes straight to his heart, and contracts it so that it can never again hold quite as much love for her.

A man's heart may have a secret sanctuary where only one woman may enter, but it is full of little anterooms which are seldom vacant.

Telling lies is a fault in a boy, an art in a lover, an accomplishment in a bachelor, and second-nature in a married man.

Love, like a chicken salad or restaurant hash, must be taken with blind faith or it loses its flavor.

After marriage, a woman's sight becomes so keen that she can see right through her husband without looking at him, and a man's so dull that he can look right through his wife without seeing her.

A bride at her second marriage does not wear a veil. She wants to see what she is getting.

When two people decide to get a divorce, it isn't a sign that they 'don't understand' one another, but a sign that they have, at last, begun to.

Never trust a husband too far, nor a bachelor too near.

One man's folly is another man's wife.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

A man is like a cat; chase him and he will run - sit still and ignore him and he'll come purring at your feet.

A good woman inspires a man, a brilliant woman interests him, a beautiful woman fascinates him, but a sympathetic woman gets him.

Love will never be ideal until man recovers from the illusion that he can be just a little bit faithful or a little bit married.

Love: woman's eternal spring and man's eternal fall.

Marriage is a bargain, and somebody has to get the worst end of the bargain.

Soft, sweet things with a lot of fancy dressing - that's what a little boy loves to eat and a grown man prefers to marry.

There are more ways of killing a man's love than by strangling it to death, but that's the usual way.

Some women blush when they are kissed, some call for the police, some swear, some bite. But the worst are those who laugh.

Kissing a smoker is like licking an ashtray.