marriage (n.)
- addition
- affiliation
- agglomeration
- agglutination
- aggregation
- agreement
- alliance
- amalgamation
- articulation
- assimilation
- association
- banns
- blend
- blending
- bond
- bridal
- cabal
- carnality
- cartel
- centralization
- clustering
- coalescence
- coalition
- coldness
- combination
- combine
- combo
- communication
- composition
- concatenation
- concourse
- concurrence
- confederacy
- confederation
- confluence
- congeries
- conglomeration
- conjugation
- conjunction
- connection
- consolidation
- conspiracy
- convergence
- copulation
- coupling
- ecumenism
- elopement
- embodiment
- encompassment
- enosis
- epithalamium
- federalization
- federation
- flesh
- frigidity
- fusion
- gathering
- honeymoon
- hookup
- hymen
- hymeneal
- impotence
- inclusion
- incorporation
- integration
- intercommunication
- intercourse
- joinder
- joining
- jointure
- junction
- junta
- league
- liaison
- libido
- linkage
- linking
- love
- lovemaking
- match
- matrimony
- meeting
- meld
- merger
- merging
- nuptials
- package
- pairing
- potency
- prothalamium
- sensuality
- sexiness
- sexualism
- sexuality
- solidification
- splice
- spousal
- symbiosis
- syncretism
- syndication
- syneresis
- synthesis
- tie
- tie-in
- tie-up
- unification
- union
- voluptuousness
- wedding
- wedlock
marriage (adv.)
Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in?
Marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in heaven.
O curse of marriage,
That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,
And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
Than keep a corner in the thing I love
For others' uses.
Marriage is a desperate thing.
With an auspicious and a dropping eye,
With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,
In equal scale weighing delight and dole.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments: love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
Or ever I had seen that day.
There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gather'd then
Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell.
