quotations about brides
There's something old and something new,
And something borrowed, something blue,
Packed in her suitcase.
I never thought that she would be
A blushing bride but, golly gee,
Just look in her suitcase.
When I asked her if she'd hurry up and answer,
She didn't tell me, she let me guess,
So here we go to Buffalo or maybe Maine or Kokomo,
Here comes the bride, she said yes.
FRANK SINATRA
"Something Old, Something New"
Being a bride is like being sent back to the seventh grade, and not just because you are supposed to keep a scrapbook and try on eighteen shades of lipstick.
KAMY WICOFF
I Do But I Don't: Why the Way We Marry Matters
I saw that being a bride was not about being myself, but about finding myself as a bride, because a bride is not an individual woman, but an icon of womanhood; a bride is not a person, but a thing. Seeing myself transformed into a thing so symbolic, so timeless, and so utterly feminine enthralled me in a way I had never anticipated. But for an instant I allowed myself to acknowledge that it unnerved me in a way I'd never anticipated, either. Something about playing the role of bride felt threatening, though I couldn't say what felt threatened, exactly, and I couldn't say why.
KAMY WICOFF
introduction, I Do But I Don't: Walking Down the Aisle Without Losing Your Mind
The first time you see your grown-up little miss looking back at you from a sea of white chiffon or beaded satin glory, indeed your heart will skip a beat. You'll find yourself blinking back tears. That elusive someday has suddenly become now. Your little girl--your jewel--is going to be a bride.
CHERYL BARKER
Mother of the Bride
Remember that to use a thing is not to own it and should you ever take a bride, listen closely to her questions. In them you may hear her true name like the thunder of a lost river, like the sighing of the sea.
LEIGH BARDUGO
The Language of the Thorns
The bride,
Lovely herself, and lovely by her side
A bevy of bright nymphs, with sober grace,
Came glitt'ring like a star, and took her place:
Her heav'nly form beheld, all wish'd her joy;
And little wanted, but in vain, their wishes all employ.
JOHN DRYDEN
"The Twelfth Book of Ovid's Metamorphoses"