The Wedding March always reminds me of the music played when soldiers go into battle.
There’s a higher form of happiness in commitment. I’m counting on it.
Wedding: the point at which a man stops toasting a woman and begins roasting her.
I remember when I was in school, they would ask, ‘What are you going to be when you grow up?’ and then you’d have to draw a picture of it. I drew a picture of myself as a bride.
O month when they who love must love and wed.
Helen Hunt Jackson