I vowed I wouldn't get married until someone gave me one good reason to. No one ever did - but I got married anyway

One should always be in love. That's the reason one should never marry.

Mom always said not to worry about love, but just to be sure to get married. But I always knew that I would never get married, because I don’t want any children, I don’t want them to have the same problems that I have. I don’t think anybody deserves it.

I've never done much, but I've lived my whole life thinking of myself as the only real man. And if I'm right, then a limpid, lonely horn is going to trumpet through the dawn some day, and a turgid cloud laced with light will sweep down, and the poignant voice of glory will call for me from the distance — and I'll have to jump out of bed and set out alone. That's why I've never married. I've waited, and waited, and here I am past thirty.

People think that they can love only when they find a worthy partner — nonsense! You will never find one. People think they will love only when they find a perfect man or a perfect woman. Nonsense! You will never find them, because perfect women and perfect men don’t exist. And if they exist, they won’t bother about your love. They will not be interested. I have heard about a man who remained a bachelor his whole life because he was in search of a perfect woman. When he was seventy, somebody asked, “You have been traveling and traveling — from New York to Kathmandu, from Kathmandu to Rome, from Rome to London you have been searching. Could you not find a perfect woman? Not even one?” The old man became very sad. He said, “Yes, once I did. One day, long ago, I came across a perfect woman.” The inquirer said, “Then what happened? Why didn’t you get married?” Sadly, the old man said, “What to do? She was looking for a perfect man.

I don't believe I shall ever marry; I'm happy as I am, and love my liberty too well to be in any hurry to give it up for any mortal man.

Never marry at all, Dorian. Men marry because they are tired, women, because they are curious: both are disappointed.

He was determined never to marry a widow. If he did, it should be one, who had a vast fortune, and who never had a child. And he had still a more particular exception; and that was to a woman who had red hair. He held these exceptions till he was forty; and then being looked upon as a determin’d bachelor, no family thought it worth their while to make proposals to him:

Marriage was not only impossible but unnecessary. He had only to say “Come” and she must obey; it was her destiny.

Never marry but for love; but see that thou lovest what is lovely.

I found marriage somewhat stifling. I don't know that I am the kind of man who ought to be married.

If women were particular about men’s characters, they would never get married at all.

I don’t like to be called “Mrs.” because I am not married, and I only belong to myself. I admire and respect people who have been successfully married for a long time, but I cannot do it. So I decided to never marry again.

Nothing more, — except that I don't believe I shall ever marry; I'm happy as I am, and love my liberty too well to be in any hurry to give it up for any mortal man.