Quotations About / On:
We all know that Prime Ministers are wedded to the truth, but like other wedded couples they sometimes live apart.
([H.H. (Hector Hugh) Munro] Saki (1870-1916), Scottish author. Lady Caroline, in The Unbearable Bassington, ch. 13 (1912).)
Girls usually have a papier mâché face on their wedding day.
(Colette [Sidonie Gabrielle Colette] (1873-1954), French author. "Wedding Day," pt. 2, Earthly Paradise, ed. Robert Phelps (1966).)
Gin for executions, beer for birthdays, wine for weddings.
(P. J. Wolfson, John L. Balderston (1899-1954), U.S., and Karl Freund. Reagan (Ted Healy), Mad Love, to the inspector, before Rollo's execution (1935).)
Wedding: the point at which a man stops toasting a woman and begins roasting her.
(Helen Rowland (1875-1950), U.S. journalist. "Syncopations," A Guide to Men (1922).)
A gloomy guest fits not a wedding feast.
(Friedrich Von Schiller (1759-1805), German dramatist, poet, historian. Tell, in Wilhelm Tell, act 4, sc. 3, trans. by Sir Thomas Martin.)
It is not nice to be wedded to anythingnot even to a theory.
(Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. First published in 1912. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 116, E.P. Dutton & Company (1951).)
Meditation and water are wedded for ever.
(Herman Melville (1819-1891), U.S. author. Moby-Dick (1851), ch. 1, The Writings of Herman Melville, vol. 6, eds. Harrison Hayford, Hershel Parker, and G. Thomas Tanselle (1988).)
No tree is so wedded to the water, and harmonizes so well with still streams.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 1, p. 44, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
Meaning is what essence becomes when it is divorced from the object of reference and wedded to the word.
(Willard Van Orman Quine (b. 1908), U.S. philosopher, logician. "Two Dogmas of Empiricism," From a Logical Point of View.)
Women who marry early are often overly enamored of the kind of man who looks great in wedding pictures and passes the maid of honor his telephone number.
(Anna Quindlen (b. 1952), U.S. journalist, columnist, author. The New York Times. Living Out Loud, p. 71, Fawcett Columbine (1988).)