A Quote by Rob Lowe

Somewhere in my callow, misspent youth, I was smart enough to marry my best friend. — © Rob Lowe
Somewhere in my callow, misspent youth, I was smart enough to marry my best friend.
In my misspent youth, I was risky.
People who get married because they're in love make a ridiculous mistake. It makes much more sense to marry your best friend. You like your best friend more than anyone you're ever going to be in love with. You dont choose your best friend because they have a cute nose.
You marry somebody you love, that you feel like you want to spend the rest of your life with, that you're excited to wake up with every morning if you enjoy spending the day with. Right now... my wife is my best friend, by far my best friend.
To play billiards well is the sign of a misspent youth.
An excessive knowledge of Marxism is a sign of a misspent youth.
Time misspent in youth is sometimes all the freedom one ever has.
One of the best compliments I ever got was "You know what I like about you? You're smart enough to be scared. So many guys come on cocky, they don't want to go over their stuff, they don't want to do a pre-interview. You're always smart enough to be worried till the last minute."
<> It's nice of you to say I'm your best friend. <> You are my best friend, dummy. <> Really? You are my best friend. But I always assumed that somebody else was your best friend, and I was totally okay with that. You don't have to say that I'm your best friend just to make me feel good. <> You're so lame. <> That's why I figured somebody else was your best friend.
I have the reputation for having read all of Henry James. Which would argue a misspent youth and middle age.
I've never been with a woman, so I guess I'm straight, OK? But I'm straight enough to know the difference between right and wrong. I am straight enough to know that if you want to marry whoever you want to marry, you should be able to marry whoever you want to marry
You have to make sure you marry your best friend.
It's always good to marry your best friend.
Don't bemoan your misspent life quite yet. Forgive me for flaunting my experience, but you have no conception of what a misspent life constitutes.
It's nice to marry your best friend. It suits me.
An honest man here lies at rest, the friend of man the friend of truth the friend of age and guide of youth. Few hearts like his with virtue warmed, few heads with knowledge so informed. If there's another world, he lives in bliss. If there is none, he made the best of this.
Whether it's my age or my misspent youth, sometimes I forget whether I've worked with somebody or not.
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