Wedding Ring Quotes

People are often enamored with my Super Bowl ring.

But it's my wedding ring that I'm most proud of. And having a good marriage takes even more work than winning a Super Bowl.

All the ballparks and the big crowds have a certain mystique.

You feel attached, permanently wedded to the sounds that ring out, to the fans chanting your name, even when there are only four or five thousand in the stands on a Wednesday afternoon.

I've chosen my wedding ring large and heavy to continue forever.

But exactly because of that all the time that Dave and I have an argument I feel it like handcuffs, and on anger time I throw it in a basket. Poor Dave, he bought me three wedding rings already!

There are three rings involved with marriage.

The engagement ring, the wedding ring, and the suffering.

When you're in a relationship, you're always surrounded by a ring of circumstances... joined together by a wedding ring, or in a boxing ring.

For years my wedding ring has done its job.

It has led me not into temptation. It has reminded my husband numerous times at parties that it's time to go home. It has been a source of relief to a dinner companion. It has been a status symbol in the maternity ward.

[To W.R. Hearst:] Love is not always created at the altar. Love doesn't need a wedding ring.

I wear my wedding ring. We talk about when we're going to get married again, which we hope is going to take place some time in this incredibly hectic calendar year.

Oh! How many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.

Marriage is a three ring circus: engagement ring, wedding ring, and suffering.

I'm the type of guy who'd sell you a rat's asshole for a wedding ring.

In marriage there are no manners to keep up, and beneath the wildest accusations no real criticism. Each is familiar with that ancient child in the other who may erupt again. We are not ridiculous to ourselves. We are ageless. That is the luxury of the wedding ring.

never trust a man who wears a pinkie ring.

. . the only jewelry a guy should wear is a wedding band or a super bowl ring

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

Love has been described as a three-ring circus: First comes the engagement ring, then the wedding ring, and after that the suffering.

I used to think a wedding was a simple affair.

Boy and girl meet, they fall in love, he buys a ring, she buys a dress, they say I do. I was wrong. That's getting married. A wedding is an entirely different proposition.

Ash, ash —- You poke and stir. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—— A cake of soap, A wedding ring, A gold filling. Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.

Cling closer, closer, life to life, Cling closer, heart to heart;

The time will come, my own wed Wife, When you and I must part! Let nothing break our band but Death, For in the world above 'Tis the breaker Death that soldereth Our ring of Wedded Love.

When we arrive at eternity's shore Where death is just a memory and tears are no more We'll enter in as the wedding bells ring Your bride will come together and we'll sing, 'You're beautiful'

People's hands fascinate me. It's tempting to look at a businessman's left hand and see if there's an indentation from a missing wedding ring. Or maybe there's a tan line and the skin is pressed down where's he's worked a ring off his finger.

The first thing I did when I sold my book was buy a new wedding ring for my wife and asked her to marry me all over again.

From Blue Valentine I kept my wedding ring.

I actually kept it on for a while. After the shooting had stopped, I was still wearing it – I couldn’t quite take it off – and now I keep it above the kitchen sink where I do dishes, as a little memento.

I love rings, but I cant wear them. I mean, look at my knuckles. My fingers and joints are so swollen from years of playing. That means no wedding band, either. Luckily, I have a very understanding wife.

Nature and society are so replete with startling contrasts that wit often consists in the mere statement and comparison of facts, as when Hume says that the ancient Muscovites wedded their wives with a whip instead of a ring.

Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! From the molten golden notes, And all in tune What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens while she gloats On the moon!

The wedding ring on my left hand was bought by my grandfather, Samuel Miliband, in Brussels in 1920. I never knew him, as he died when I was one. But his ring was kept by my aunt until it was placed on my finger by my wife Louise 32 years later.

What you don't catch a glimpse of on your wedding day- because how could you?- is that some days you will hate your spouse, that you will look at him and regret ever exhchanging a word with him, let alone a ring and bodily fluids.

I like wearing my wedding ring, it's nice.

I mean, I do wear a wedding ring and take it off when I shoot.

I get very nervous when I have to take my wedding ring off.

I'd like to dispel the myth that when you put a wedding ring on a woman, her brain stops.

I can understand; you are really in a mess and there is no way out. I have heard that there are three rings of love: the engagement ring, the wedding ring and the suffer-ring.

First there's the promise ring, then the engagement ring, then the wedding ring.

.. soon after... comes Suffer...ring!

I don't think it's fair - you get married, you give your wife a wedding ring.

I think you should give her a mood ring. Oh, it may sound crass, but just check the color when you come home. 'Hi honey. Infernal red? Oh boy, I ain't getting laid, and I gotta cut the lawn, I know it.'