She finds married life stifling and every prolonged sex relationship unbearably monotonous.

`` She married our baby boy, Bobby Joe, this summer ''.

She was married to him for better or for worse.

She had grown up with young Jenkins, and he had heard that they had been at the point of getting married at least twice.

She and her second husband, Sir Max Mallowan, were one of the rare married couples to be titled, each in their own right.

She and Alexander II married on 21 June 1221, at York Minster.

She later married to Turner Doughtry.

She was married in 515 to Eutharic ( c. 480 – 522 ), an Ostrogoth noble of the old Amal line, who had previously been living in Visigothic Hispania, son of Widerich ( born c. 450 ), grandson of Berismund ( born c. 410 ), and great-grandson of Thorismund ( died after 400 ), King of the Ostrogoths c. 400.

She had married in 1444 Leonello d ' Este, deceased 1450.

She married Basil of Trebizond and took over the throne of the Empire of Trebizond from 1340 to 1341.

She divorced Vadim in 1957 and in 1959 married actor Jacques Charrier, with whom she starred in Babette Goes to War.

She married Theodore Olson in 1996.

She became the sister-in-law of her friend and colleague, Édouard Manet, when she married his brother, Eugène.

( She was engaged to Mu Bai's brother, so they feel it would not be honorable to get married.

She would later convert to Henry's faith when they married.

She married Henry VIII, who had only just acceded to the throne, in a private ceremony at Greenwich Church.

She later married Áed's successor Flann Sinna.

She married Bogusław V, Duke of Pomerania.

She married in 1380, at the age of 15 and was widowed 10 years later.

She married Etienne du Castel, a royal secretary to the court, at the age of 15.

She did write for a few television shows under her married name, but upon marrying Thomas Reggie ( who was not a writer ) in 1963, she ceased writing entirely.

She married British bartender turned Los Angeles bar owner Jeremy Thomas on March 20, 1994, and filed for divorce less than two months later.

She married David on September 23, 1885, in Lecompton, Kansas, on the campus of their alma mater, Lane University.

She became a member of the Communist Party in 1938, and married Deng a year later in front of Mao's cave dwelling in Yan ' an.

She elected to work under the advice and management of her third husband, Marty Melcher, whom she married in Burbank on April 3, 1951.

She said, `` I guess the Lord looks out for fools, drunkards, and innocents ''.

She studied it for a long time.

She seemed to have come such a long distance -- too far for her destination which had wilfully been swallowed up in the greedy gloom of the trees.

She could not scream, for even if a sound could take shape within her parched mouth, who would hear, who would listen??

She was glad, completely and unselfishly glad, to see that things were working out the right way for both Sally and Dan.

She was telling herself that this might just be her reward at the end of a long meaningful search for truth.

She set the dipper on the edge of the deck, leaving it for him to stretch after it while she looked on scornfully.

She said, with the solicitude of a middle-aged woman for her only child.

She wrote gay plays about the girls for family entertainments, like `` Oh, What Fun!!

She has rarely been photographed with him and, except for Carl's seventy-fifth anniversary celebration in Chicago in 1953, she has not attended the dozens of banquets, functions, public appearances, and dinners honoring him -- all of this upon her insistence.

She was pious, too, once kneeling through the night from Holy Thursday to Good Friday, despite the protest of the nuns that this was too much for a young girl.

She knelt out of reverence for having read the Meditations of St. Augustine.

She left the next day for her teaching job at Princeton, Illinois.

She ended her letter with the assurance that she considered his friendship for her daughter and herself to be an honor, from which she could not part `` without still more pain ''.

She had her reasons for this.

She had been picked up by the Russians, questioned in connection with some pamphlets, sentenced to life imprisonment for espionage.

She gave me the names of some people who would surely help pay for the flowers and might even march up to the monument with me.

She had done it last year, and the year before, and the year before that, and she, and her people were dependent upon these cans for food.

She should offer substitutes for the temptations which seem overwhelmingly desirable to the child.

She was the only kind of Negro Laura Andrus would want around: independent, unservile, probably charging double what ordinary maids did for housework -- and doubly efficient.

She was taken up in worry for the reckless old man.

She had taken him out of the schoolhouse and closed the school for the summer, after she saw Miss Snow crack Joel across the face with a ruler for letting a snake loose in the schoolroom.

She lay under the covers making jabbing motions with her forefinger telling me where to look for the coffeepot.

She wrote again and now, abandoning for the moment the theme of love, she asked for help in the matter of her career.