quotations about brides
But love, love, love, there's better love I know!
This love's only day's first offer--
Next love shall defy the scoffer:
For do not bride and bridegroom sally
Out of Possagno church at noon?
Their house looks over Orcana valley--
Why not be the bride as soon
As Ottima? I saw, myself, beside,
Arrive last night that bride--
Saw, if you call it seeing her, one flash
Of the pale snow-pure cheek and blacker tresses
Than ... not the black eyelash;
A wonder she contrives those lids no dresses
--So strict was she the veil
Should cover close her pale
Pure cheeks--a bride to look at and scarce touch,
Remember Jules!--for not such
Used to be tended, flower-like, every feature,
As if one's breath would fray the lily of a creature?
ROBERT BROWNING
Pippa Passes
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
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
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
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"
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