Wedding Poetry Quotes

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov'd?

May you have happiness, and may you find it making one another happy.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

I give you my hand, I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; Will you give me yourself?

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore. You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days. Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. But let there be spaces in your togetherness, and let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

My true love hath my heart, and I have his

Marriage is like a golden ring in a chain, whose beginning is a glance and whose ending is eternity.

May your marriage bring you all the exquisite excitements a marriage should bring, and may life grant you also patience, tolerance, and understanding.

But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping, For only the hand of God can contain your hearts.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love, thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.

Understand, I'll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks. I'll pursue solitary pathways through the pale twilit meadows with only this one dream: You come too.

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use

here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)

And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart [ i carry it in my heart ]

love one another, but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come.

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.

Love itself is what is left over when being "in love" has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

Love is not breathlessness; It is not excitement; It is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love”, which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.

Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.

I f thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love her for her smile ... her look ... her way Of speaking gently ... for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day- For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee-and love so wrought, May be unwrought so.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds.

Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken. It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

For love is sufficient unto love.

Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.

And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.

I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

We can do no great things-only small things with great love.

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Let there be spaces in your togetherness

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined - to strengthen each other - to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.

There is no more lovely, friendly and charming relationship, communion or company than a good marriage.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

A life without love is like a tree without fruit.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.