The most dangerous food is wedding cake.
For years my wedding ring has done its job. It has led me not into temptation. It has reminded my husband numerous times at parties that it's time to go home. It has been a source of relief to a dinner companion. It has been a status symbol in the maternity ward.
I just wrapped this movie called The Wedding Crashers which was a pretty big break for me.
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.
I saw a photograph of a wedding conducted by Reverend Moon of the Unification Church. I wanted to understand this event, and the only way to understand it was to write about it.
My husband, Jim, converted to Judaism just before our wedding.
Our dog died from licking our wedding picture.
When widows exclaim loudly against second marriages, I would always lay a wager than the man, If not the wedding day, is absolutely fixed on.
I don't know nothing about no marriages or nothing. I ain't even never been to a wedding.
It was only literally hours after the wedding when he felt he didn't have to keep up the facade.
I chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, for qualities that would wear well.
When he came back from downtown, he had forgotten to bring his license, his identification, the $2 for the wedding license. So we got married two days later.
I want the big drama. I always said I don't want a wedding I want a parade.
The Wedding March always reminds me of the music played when soldiers go into battle.
Wedding is destiny, and hanging likewise.
I'd imagine my wedding as a fairy tale... huge, beautiful and white.
Well the wedding in the words of the Archbishop of Canterbury was a fairy tale and there was a huge public impress, investment of goodwill, affection and indeed money in this Institution. It was a huge success at the time.
When the wedding march sounds the resolute approach, the clock no longer ticks, it tolls the hour. The figures in the aisle are no longer individuals, they symbolize the human race.
My father always wanted to be the corpse at every funeral, the bride at every wedding and the baby at every christening.
I really did put up all my wedding pictures on my website. And I swear to you, my wedding pictures got downloaded just as much as my bikini pictures.
We are all so close. We are godfather to each others' kids. I was the best man at Jesus' wedding.
The Wedding March has a bit of a death march in it.
Well... Actually I got picked because I was the only one who fit the wedding gown - they had my size.
We were pretty good mates until the Beatles started to split up and Yoko came into it. It was more like old army buddies splitting up on account of wedding bells.
I've chosen my wedding ring large and heavy to continue forever. But exactly because of that all the time that Dave and I have an argument I feel it like handcuffs, and on anger time I throw it in a basket. Poor Dave, he bought me three wedding rings already!