Second Wedding Quotes Novels & Stories

~ " I can't remember when you weren't there When I didn't care for anyone but you I swear we've been through everything there is Can't imagine anything we've missed Can't imagine anything the two of us can't do " ~ They may have failed in their first marriage, but to Shantelle, Evan made it up for their second. And following the song's lyrics, she told herself how she was glad to have stayed with Evan through the years. With how they were about to review their vows, Shantelle hoped for a better, loving, memorable, and fun-filled marriage.

"I love you. Completely. Forever. Always." We exchanged rings. Not new ones. The same ones from our second wedding. Because those were the real ones. The ones that mattered. "By the power vested in me," the officiant said, beaming, "I now pronounce you…still husband and wife. You may kiss." I pulled Isla close. Kissed her deeply. Our guests cheered. The twins ran up, hugging our legs. Asher toddled over, demanding to be picked up. We gathered them all close.

I nod, coyly. “Alright,” he gives me a reassuring smile. The butler returns with a wine and everything they do happens in a haze and before I know it, Paul is handing me a glass, “Let's make a toast.” “Cheers to more life and happiness, make a wish,” he urges me. I close my eyes. “I want to get pregnant, I want to have a baby for Fabian, I want my marriage to have the stability it once had, filled with warmth, love, and happiness,”

she said, "I want our happily ever after to start." Zayn, with a playful glint in his eyes, teased, "Are you suggesting a double wedding?" Susan laughed, the sound harmonizing with the romantic atmosphere. "Why not? It would be a beautiful celebration of love." Zayn, caressing her cheek, nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. I want our love story to be as grand as theirs." Susan, her eyes filled with genuine affection, expressed, "I can't wait to be your wife, Zayn. To have a lifetime of moments like these."

I said quietly. "Can i ever forget my wedding?". He said. "Or how everyone kept saying my bride was perfect". I averted my gaze from his as i felt color flood my cheeks even more. "You looked beautiful that day, like an angel". He told me while shaking his head."And I'm only saying it to you two years after". What could i say to that? "Better late than never". I said quietly. His fingers slid underneath my chin and he gently nudged my head up so i met his gaze once more, and i stared into his eyes while trying my best not to be any more taken with them than i already was.

I nodded and began to look around the whole place, starting from the rose petals that were sweetly laid on the floor leading to the entrance of the living room, our sweet wedding pictures that were designed into frames, enchanting and dazzling flowers that was all over the places, beautiful balloons and sweet notes, The first note was tired to the balloon at the entrance of the door and it says, “You are everything that makes me complete, starting from the first day I saw you, till now that we are married, no matter the situation we face in life, I want to grow old with you, I want to give you the sweetest kids, and most of all I can't wait for the day you finally loves me back, happy birthd

"Everything is possible. We're talking about the great Viishaun Argus Allandis XVII." "Is that a compliment or a sarcasm?" Viishaun chuckled while making eye contact with the bride. "It's up to you. Anyway, shouldn't you be standing on the altar? And, it's my parents who should be leading me to the altar, isn't it?" "Nope. I'll walk with you until the altar. Let's bend the custom for now. No worries, we'll follow the order on our second wedding." "Why do we have to get married twice? Isn't that a bit excessive?"

He looked up at her, his eyes steady, sincere, filled with everything they had survived. “I’ve asked you before,” he said softly. “And the world tried to tear us apart.” The music swelled. “But here we are,” he continued. “Still standing. Still choosing each other.” James reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring—simple, elegant, meaningful. “I’m asking you again,” he said. “Not because I forgot the first time… but because love deserves to be chosen every day.” Tears streamed down Sarah’s face. “Sarah,” James said, voice breaking, “will you marry me? For the second time… and every time after that?”

"Your first wife is dead. I know you loved her, but she's gone, and I'm here. I'm your wife now." I spun around. "STOP!” “How long will you keep holding on to the past? Can't you just move on! What can she do that I can't? I'm a woman too” "Don't talk about her." "She's dead!" The words exploded from her lips. "I'm sorry she's dead, I truly am. But she is. And you're alive. I'm alive. We could have something good together if you'd just…” "If you make me repeat myself, I swear you're going to make me a widower for the second time! Get out."

The heart and letters were lined with diamonds, making the design stand out beautifully. She faced him, stunned. “Daphne Frost Hernandez, will you be my wife for the second time around? And this time, no more secrets and lies, baby.” She admitted she liked what he was doing. She had been thinking about it too, marrying him again. A real wedding this time, because they truly loved each other. “You’re serious, BK? In the bathroom?” she asked, lips twitching upward. She wanted to laugh but held it in. “Why not, baby? You can propose anywhere. What matters is your answer,” he said with a smile.