118 Quotes About Weddings

When the mind is filled with ego,when the heart is filled with hate,when the souls are not connected,when you are at war within,a big and precious wedding ringholds no value- The fact

There will be vows. I will put golden rings on your fingers. There will be burned, leavened grain coated in sweet.’ His face contorted. ‘Cake,’ I corrected. ‘Supplicants will give tithes.’ ‘Friends will bring gifts.’ ‘I will buy you new things, trade for old things, and raid for stolen things.’ He paused then said with deep contemplation. ‘I am the blue thing.

The band in the ballroom announced the cover of a special request, and after a pause, the woman's voice sang out the breathy first line of Etta James's "At Last." Chairs barked as guests rose to greet the champion of all wedding songs, the one that always brought indifferent or fighting or estranged couples to the dance floor for momentary reconciliation.

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Wow. You really know how to make a woman happy...""I have a night-eight percent success rate with always knowing what will make a woman happy," he said. Lindsey chuckled softly. "And how do you quantify that?""Would you like to know," he said.Nat wanted to know.

My clue is that you're supposed to keep going once you've found me."His eyes narrowed. Thoughtfully, as though he were looking for the words she wanted to say instead. "Keep going in the maze?" he said slowly. "Or keep going somewhere else?"The man had an evil streak. "The maze," she said firmly.Helpfully. Like a dutiful daughter of Bliss."Because there are a few places I'd like to go with you.

Get back to work.""Fine way to talk to your wife.""If you were my wife, I would've slapped your ass too."She stared at him a beat too long. She did love the feel of his hands on her ass.

Our marriage beganwith knots and fangs;vows inked on skin.Black venom stainedour fingers, twinnedsnakes stranglingthe marriage veinin Celtic macramé –cocksure monogamy.We became one,me and the gun,the serpent reelingitself from the needle.I had few firsts left;marriage a wild westfor the hedonist.Snakes unspooledlike figure-eights,symbols of eternity.Acrimony, alimony;Leave the moaningto adults. We childrenwill be wiserwed, inoculated –these hickeys,homeopathy.

Oh, I loathe weddings. I loathe sitting down and participating in inane conversations with proud parents and smug couples who all look like they might secretly hate each other.