Quotes About Wedding

I would rather visit Selina, than go to Garden Court to visit Helen--for Helen is as full of wedding talk as any of them, but Selina they have so removed from ordinary rules and habits, she might be living, cold and graceful, on the surface of the moon.

Q: What's the difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish wake? A: One less drunk.

Jesus, I've never been less anxious and more ready for your return, but only because of a growing understanding of the gospel. I'm already wearing the right clothes—the wedding garment of your perfect righteousness. I'm no longer afraid of your return. I very much want you to come back—my loving bridegroom. The oil in my lamp will never run dry, for you've sealed me as your own and have sent the Spirit to dwell in my heart forever.

The only time I ever look good dancing is if I'm next to my dad at a wedding.

Later, looking back on the day, Ammu realised that the slightly feverish glitter in her bridegroom's eyes had not been love, or even excitement at the prospect of carnal bliss, but approximately eight large pegs of whisky. Straight. Neat.

A year on, Eleanor remained haunted by what happened to her. She still had no idea where the bacteria came from. Perhaps the foot soak and pedicure she had gotten at a small hair-and-nail shop the day before that wedding.

Briefly (Vladimir Nabokov) caught the (Superman) fever too, composing a poem, now lost, on the the Man of Steel's wedding night.

Mary Walcott's April wedding ceremony

deep down...she's a good woman...you should be proud of her. When I told my mom about this, she just looked very sad because he could never say those things to her. Not ever. Not even when he walked her down the aisle.

They said it was going fine and gave him those dazed, fuck-struck smiles of which only newlyweds are capable.

I only did karaoke once in my life. It was with Courtney Love and it was a total disaster. She pulled me on stage in front of 500 people at a wedding. I'd never done karaoke before.

I think if you're at the point where you're popular enough to sell your wedding photos to OK! Magazine then you don't need the money.

C'mon Will! Let's give these fuckers something to talk about!" Suggestion on the part of a drunken Lou Clark, rooting for her beloved Will Traynor to advance his motorized wheelchair onto the dance floor, after the wedding ceremony between his former fiancé and his former best friend, while she plops herself onto his lap in her bright red dress and drapes her arms around him, his eyes staring straight at her cleavage!

He was met by a collective shriek as the brides parted like biblical waves around him.

The morning of the wedding dawned bright and balmy, as I had secretly known it would. Girls like Alicia always got their way.

It happened in Miami, in Coral Gables, a great big ol' Cuban wedding. It was pretty intense.

I'd decided that the day I paid off all my debts, I would get married. Exactly two months later, I got hitched.

I haven't worn make-up since my wedding, and my husband loves me a lot.

I've always worn my wedding band when I'm working out. A few years ago I realized how dangerous wearing a metal band could be and switched to silicone.

I always knew it was ill-fated, but he truly believed I would be his bride. I guess I'd never realized that before. He had taken my mucker hand and looked at my mottled face and believed we would wed. And he hadn't seemed sorry. In fact, he'd swooped me up in a corridor and kissed me. That set me to crying.

Loan me your lace of yellow, sister Lend me your fine kid gloves Tonight is the bridal ball, sister Tonight I'll meet my love Present me a sash of blue, sister Gift me a ribbon of white My love awaits me below, sister I am a bride tonight

Who's Beth?" Keri asked. "The bartender at your wedding." "Oh, that's right. How could I forget when my husband almost got thrown out of our own reception for trying to hire her like a hooker or something." "What's a hooker?" Bobby asked. Keri's island tan flushed pink. "Oops." "You put it on the end of a fishing pole, dummy," Brian explained. Bobby frowned. "Uncle Joe tried to hire a worm?

The glacierscape called it up, the silent, shining tulle, the dreaming hats and cubes, the theorems and corollaries, that girl who had thought a wedding promise was binding as a law of physics.

Romulan or Vulcan?' the ushers asked each guest. Marion, who had been poised to say 'friends of the bride' had responded to the question with an open-mouthed stare, and Jay Omega answered, 'Klingon!" which got them seats in the back row of the Romulan side.