When I was out of work when I first moved to L.A., one of the first things my husband and I did was buy season's passes to Disney and whenever I was bummed out about work, we would go to Space Mountain, and it was like a physical injection of anti-depressants.
I try not to be too hard on myself. My husband reminds me that life is a marathon, not a sprint.
My husband said 'show me your boobs' and I had to pull up my skirt... so it was time to get them done!
My husband is a fall-away Catholic, but with a vengeance. He's actually more of a feminist than I am.
A real important thing is that, though I rely on my husband for love, I rely on myself for strength.
The trauma of the whole thing has been humbling, and for the first time, I'm a little bit wobbly.
I know this is going to sound corny, but I love my life. I love my baby, so I love getting to wake up with him. And I have the most amazing job, with writing that any actor would love and costars who I can't wait to see on Monday mornings. And I love coming home to my husband.
I don’t care what people think…I learned a long time ago…I was 19 and had a very traumatic experience….and I learned that I have to go to bed with myself at night and that I have to please myself…and as long as I don’t go out of my way to offend anybody that I love, upset my mother or my husband…I’ll do my own thing. And if the public doesn’t like it, it’s their problem, not mine.
My husband is not a jealous person in any way.
I have lots of shoes, but I have to be comfortable. Lately, I've stolen my husband's big, ugly Uggs to wear around the kitchen. I want to have them on, then slide into a fabulous heel later. Truth is, I often forget the heel.
My characters always start well in movies. Almost every movie I've done starts with a happy marriage, it's all beautiful, wealthy, whatever... and then of course my husband leaves me, and everything falls apart.
I love England though; I've been back a few times and just love it. My favorite thing to do there is going to museums and all the castles. Oh, and my husband and I went mountain biking across England on our honeymoon!
I have three wonderful children. My husband is an absolutely wonderful, perfect husband and a father, most of all.
My body should only be for my husband and it's just a sacred thing.
But I now think what I was doing, in a completely unconscious way, was getting off the turf where my husband and I might be rivals. We were both working in fiction... so I look back and I see that I consciously vacated the contested ground.
I think that my interpretation of Italian was a lot more southern than what my husband cooks. You know, I grew up in Queens and in Brooklyn, and we - really, it's more southern. It's Naples and Sicily. It's heavier. It's over-spiced. And like most Americans, I thought spaghetti and meatballs was genius.
My husband says I can do anything I put my mind to, but the truth i, the only thing I want to do is act.
My husband's personality was filled with serenity and sunlight. Not even the incurable illness which fell upon him soon after our marriage could long cloud his brow. On the very night of his death he took me in his arms, and during the many months when he lay dying in his wheel chair, he often said jokingly to me: 'Well, have you already picked out a lover?' I blushed with shame. 'Don't deceive me,' he added on one occasion, 'that would seem ugly to me, but pick out an attractive lover, or preferably several. You are a splendid woman, but still half a child, and you need toys.
My husband may have his faults, but he has never lied to me.
I can't whistle. My husband makes fun of me for that.
My husband is so confident that when he watches sports on television, he thinks that if he concentrates he can help his team. If the team is in trouble, he coaches the players from our living room, and if they're really in trouble, I have to get off the phone in case they call him.
My husband was so ugly, he used to stand outside the doctor’s office and make people sick.
How often have I been guilty of being the Holy Spirit in their lives? It is my job along with my husbands to impart truth but I can’t reveal truth only the Holy Spirit can. It is my job to point out sin and require obedience but I can’t bring conviction of sin – only the Holy Spirit can convict of sin. It is my job to share the gospel – but I can’t reveal the gospel to my children only the Holy Spirit can reveal the truth of the gospel.
Fried chicken is my husband's favorite food.
I like to make my husband like me more, and he likes it when I’m wearing makeup.
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