Quotes & Sayings About Wedding Day Wishes

I had no vote in the making of such a law, and I have no intention of abiding by it, either. — Jessica McCann

He simply believed that lame sex destroyed more marriages than did anything else, and that "considering the inveterate marriage habit of the race," something ought to be done. — Mary Roach

History is no longer just a chronicle of kings and statesmen, of people who wielded power, but of ordinary women and men engaged in manifold tasks. Women's history is an assertion that women have a history. — Toshiko Kishida

Where the mountain crosses.
On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.
I wandered where my mind and my heart seemed to be lost.
I wandered away. — Jane Bierhorst

The more people rationalize cheating, the more it becomes a culture of dishonesty. And that can become a vicious, downward cycle. Because suddenly, if everyone else is cheating, you feel a need to cheat, too. — Stephen Covey

The day will always have some bit of weirdness in it like a piece of fruit with one bad spot. Spit it out as fast as u can and eat the rest! — Raven Moore

Wisdom lies at the edge of intelligence.
Joy lies at the edge of happiness.
Faith lies at the edge of boldness.
Love lies at the edge of kindness.
God lies at the edge of righteousness. — Matshona Dhliwayo

I just want to make good movies. Honestly, the only difference for me with this stuff is that there is more people on the set. — Charlize Theron

Oh my God, you're right! Our third date. We should totally have sex now! It wasn't my fault the waiter was walking past just as I said it and dropped the plate he was carrying. David stopped trying and laughed out loud. — J.L. Merrow

Sharing our meals should be a joyful and a trustful act, rather than the cursory fulfillment of our social obligations. — M.F.K. Fisher

Mark nearly fell forward, and threw his arms around Julian. Julian barely managed to catch himself before almost falling over. Mark was whipcord thin, but strong, his hands fisting in Julian's shirt. Julian could feel Mark's heart hammering, feel the sharp bones under his skin. He smelled like earth and mildew and grass and nighttime air. "Julian," Mark said, muffled, his body shaking. "Julian, my brother, my brother." Julian sighed. He wanted to relax into his older brother, let Mark hold him up the way he once had. But Mark was slighter than he was, fragile under his hands. He would be holding Mark up from now on. It was not what he had imagined, dreamed of, but it was the reality. It was his brother. He tightened his hands on Mark and adjusted his heart to bear the new burden. — Cassandra Clare