A Quote by Groucho Marx

Here's to our wives and girlfriends...may they never meet! — © Groucho Marx
Here's to our wives and girlfriends...may they never meet!
All my ex-girlfriends or wives are all kind of great friends and I've never understood somebody who can live with somebody for five or six years and then not like them.
A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all.
Women are wives and mothers and girlfriends, but not the center of our own stories. No one's the good guy; no one's the bad guy. We all do deplorable things and very honorable things.
Women's roles in the movies remain, for the most part, girlfriends, mothers, wives.
I know not when the day shall be, I know not when our eyes may meet; What welcome you may give to me, Or will your words be sad or sweet, It may not be 'till years have passed, 'Till eyes are dim and tresses gray; The world is wide, but, love, at last, Our hands, our hearts, must meet some day.
Actually, when you're doing something you love, even when you're busy and it's hectic you don't feel the need to relax. I never used to take holidays and it would upset ex-wives and girlfriends, but working has me in a better mood than doing nothing.
I know it sounds like I'm playing all these wives and girlfriends, but they're not waiting at home. I wear the pants.
I think, so often, women play supporting roles or girlfriends or wives - they're there to support a man's journey.
Our actions - and inaction - touch people we may never know and never meet across the globe.
We have parties at my house. My girlfriends and I play our iPods, with all of our favorite songs. We pick our songs and jump up on the counter and dance, and do runway stuff, and we take video with my camera. When I'm with my girlfriends, I act like I'm 19.
If you're going to try, go all the way. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind.
Wives and girlfriends really shouldn't be anywhere near the band. Not at all. Anyone who's listening to their girlfriend, they shouldn't be involved. All bands have Yoko Onos, and the Mondays were no exception.
You typically find stereotypical female characters that are people pleasers, where they are wives and girlfriends, typically, who are in the background.
Our actions - and inaction - touch people every day, people we may never know and never meet.
A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all; in good repute, in bad repute, in the face of the world's condemnation, a mother still loves on, and still hopes that her child may turn from his evil ways, and repent; still she remembers the infant smiles that once filled her bosom with rapture, the merry laugh, the joyful shout of his childhood, the opening promise of his youth; and she can never be brought to think him all unworthy.
An artist requires the upkeep of creative solitude. An artist requires the healing of time alone. Without this period of recharging, our artist becomes depleted. Until we experience the freedom of solitude, we cannot connect authentically. We may be enmeshed, but we are not encountered. Art lies in the moment of encounter. We meet our truth and we meet ourselves and we meet our self-expression.
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