Quotes About Wedding

Marriage is a three ring circus: engagement ring, wedding ring and suffering

The woman cries before the wedding; the man afterward.

I stopped and stared at Rafe. Inspected him. His shoulders. His wind-tosses hair. The rigid line of his jaw. The redness of the blood trickling down his cheek. His half-parted lips. I swallowed to quell the tremor in my throat. "I should like to inspect you...before our wedding day.

There was something wrong in that, Master Darrell," she said reproachfully. "There was a gay wedding a year ago at Compton church, and very grand and very handsome everything was; and sure the bride looked very lovely; but one thing was wrong, and that was the bridegroom.

He'd died his blond hair purple in honor of his best friend's wedding, and he wore skinny white jeans, a red shirt, and

As Pat and I made travel plans, we simply couldn't believe Diana had remembered us and invited us to what was already being called "the wedding of the century.

I breathed a sigh of relief once the mutual pledge of vows was over. At this point, stewards brought up red and gold benches so the new couple could sit down as the ceremony continued. Prince Charles and Diana also seemed relieved to have completed the critical part of the proceedings. We could see them smile at each other and exchange quiet comments to relieve the tension.

When I left, Lydia was prattling about new clothes for her wedding and expressing her own satisfaction that she, the youngest of the Bennet sisters, would be the first of them to be married. Wickham smiled indulgently and said pretty things to her. I, disgusted with them both, was persuaded they deserved each other.

I don't think your problem was stage fright. Or wedding fright. I think your problem was life fright.

When will your wedding be?" "We haven't set a date yet." "What of your dress?" "I'm sure I shall wear one.

You must have faith in the duke, and in true love." She groaned. "Easy for you to say! You are not in a wedding dress laced so tightly as to make it impossible to breathe, uncertain if your groom will arrive before suffocating to death. Though perhaps that would be preferable to life after being jilted at the altar.

In my first novel the heroine didn't get her man, in my second the heroine was 64 years old, my third was a romantic suspense set behind the Iron Curtain, my fourth had no wedding bells, not even in the far distance.

There was something soothing about a wedding, a confirmation that Victorian social order hadn't completely broken down; that it was possible to find your soulmate and live happily ever after like in some cheesy romcom, unlikely though it seemed.

When I pointed out to her that he'd like the wedding to include his sister's small children, she told me he had to realize he couldn't always get what he wanted.

Scene: wedding day, as father gives away the bride "Off you go, honey." ****

Jimmy's wedding day is literally the best day of his life. He hasn't had many of those, so he's able to differentiate. After the barbecue is lit, he holds Rosie's hand and they watch it all in silence. And like always, Jimmy is amazed by the kindness of strangers.

Marriage is a three ring circus: engagement ring, wedding ring and suffering. ~  Unknown

Remember, whoever holds the purse strings for the wedding has the control. Don't accept a cent from anyone else if possible. Then you and him will be the only ones calling the shots. All the decisionswill be yours and the rest of them will just have to go along with it.

Trust me, you will get plenty of "advice" from everyone and anyone on the best way to do things, and remember that you don't have to take any of it. Know that whatever you choose, THE PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU AND SUPPORT YOU THE MOST WON'T MAKE THE DAY ABOUT THEM, they'll make it about you and him, and show up to celebrate your special day regardless of what you decide to do.

I suppose I am a glutton for punishment really, voluntarily attending a wedding to watch the love of my life marry another woman.

It may well be that an analysis of figures would reveal a law - the duration of a marriage is inversely proportional to the cost of the wedding. Or, to put it another way, any union celebrated with personalized toasting flutes is doomed.

So a contemporary wedding is like the Olympic Games, a spectacle of detailed research and preparation but lasts only a short time. Even if it all goes according to plan, a wedding is over in a day, much of it spent being ordered around by photographers, and when the audience is gone and the costumes returned to their boxes (never again to be taken out), an ordinary man and woman look to each other and think: 'Is this all it is?

She stands up in a short black and gold dress, looking like someone's risque aunt in age denial at a wedding.

I don't know nothing about no marriages or nothing. I ain't even never been to a wedding.