Laurel: I don't need a ring or a license, or a spetacular white dress. It's not marriage so much, or at all really, that matters. It's the promise. It's the knowing someone wants me to be part of his life. Someone loves me, that I'm the one for him. That's not just enough, it's everything.
[To W. R. Hearst:] Love is not always created at the altar. Love doesn't need a wedding ring.
My young love said to me,'My brothers won't mind, And my parents won't slight you for your lack of kind. ' Then she stepped away from me, and this she did say, 'It will not be long, love, till our wedding day.
It's not always been a happy marriage. I guess I wanted a quick fix.
What the altar-bound of today end up buying from their numberless vendors is a dog's breakfast of bridal excess - part society wedding of the twenties, part Long Island Italian wedding of the fifties. It's The Philadelphia Story and The Wedding Singer served up together in one curious and costly buffet.
A person's character is but half formed till after wedlock.
You never know that this is the moment when you're in the moment. When I was sixteen I moved to a smaller town in Vermont, and at that time I didn't have a band to play in. So I was forced to play in Top 40 bands and fraternity bands and wedding bands. That was all pop music, but I was listening to Weather Report and classical music. Then I went to Berklee College of Music in 1978, and you had Victor Bailey there, and Steve Vai. And suddenly I was among my ilk.
I'm the type of guy who'd sell you a rat's asshole for a wedding ring.
Just went to a lovely Catholic wedding. I need a drink. They didn't even offer us water. Well they did, but it was Holy water.
Marriage is popular because it combines the maximum of temptation with the maximum of opportunity.
The chains of marriage are so heavy that it takes two to bear them, sometimes three.
I never met a chocolate I could not eat.
Marriages are made in heaven and consummated on Earth.
The best thing I ever bought is a vintage Oscar de la Renta short gingham dress that I wore to my rehearsal dinner the night before my wedding.
When I get married, it'll be no secret.
If you want to know how your girl will treat you after marriage, just listen to her talking to her little brother.
Gin for executions, beer for birthdays, wine for weddings.
I hadn't been in Vegas 20 minutes when I got word that the bookmakers were offering three to one that Frank wouldn't show for my wedding.
After all there is something about a wedding-gown prettier than in any other gown in the world.
Marriage, it seems, confines every man to his proper rank.