The trouble with wedlock is that there's not enough wed and too much lock.

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.

Christmas carols always brought tears to my eyes. I also cry at weddings. I should have cried at a couple of my own.

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.

A gloomy guest fits not a wedding feast.