White Dress Quotes

“In no time at all, Beatrix appeared. She was wearing a white dress made of thin, flowing layers, the bodice wrapped intricately over the curves of her breasts. The translucence of her chest and upper arms gave her the look of emerging from the white silk.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Love in the Afternoon

“Tiana peered down in stunned delight at the sparkling white silk draping her body. The rhinestone- and pearl- studded gown she now wore was unlike anything she'd ever owned.
When she lifted her head, she gasped at her surroundings. Tiana twirled around in a slow circle, mesmerized by the glitz and glamour of a place she had only seen in her nightly dreams.
The old sugar mill she'd had her heart set on buying for years was no longer decrepit and falling apart. The floors gleamed underneath her feet, shining so bright they nearly blinded her. Brilliant crystal chandeliers hung high above her head, illuminating a massive dining room that was crowded with patrons. Men in suit jackets and women wearing their Sunday best sat at cloth-covered tables adorned with extravagant centerpieces and sparkling china. Everyone seemed to be having a grand time, enjoying rich, fragrant dishes that smelled like the food Tiana used to cook with her daddy.”
― Farrah Rochon, Almost There

“A girl goes in with a white dress, and comes out in a white robe.

This was the Iranian rendition of until death do us part; a girl goes in with a white wedding dress and leaves once she dies and is wrapped in a white drape when buried.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“My hands brush against my sides as I rise to my feet. They finger something satiny, and I look down. No longer am I wearing the commoner clothing Laine dressed me in this morning but a white dress that kisses flowers beneath me. Their buds, the size of my fist, permeate the air with a smell I love, the smell of earth. And there's something else--- something sweet that makes my senses tingle, my eyes tear.
I pick one of the buds, jumping back when the petals unravel. A fairy, no larger than the size of a monarch butterfly, emerges. Her wings are like glass, the sun's rays beaming through them to cast little shadows on the earth below as she takes flight.
Her eyes, green like the lush forests untouched by mortals, burrow through my soul, paralyzing me.”
― Khalia Moreau, The Princess of Thornwood Drive

“I follow her pointed finger to a mannequin wearing a wedding dress made for a goddess of the sea. As I get a closer look, the thin white fabric reflects a golden sheen, layered with an organza decorated with chiffon-spun jasmines stitched to the bottom that trail upwards into evanescence. A mosaic of pearls glistens across the bustier, pale pink and green in the light.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea

“I turn to the full-length mirror ornamented with intricate golden appliqué. The bodice contours my body wonderfully, its sheer fabric extenuating my every arch and dip, with pearls perfectly concealing the parts of me otherwise indecent to expose. Jasmine blossoms ascend the skirt and billowing sleeves, which are as thin as water. I feel like a princess of the sea, held in the most delicate curl of sea-foam.
I slowly run my hands down the pearl detailing, imagining a version of myself worth loving--- me as a bride before I say I do, the moment heaven is promised forever.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea

“Sitting on the terrace, wrapped in the whiteness of her dress, she felt what all women dressed in white must feel on a beautiful day - she felt transparent and impersonal like the day itself, surrounded by crowds of flowers awaiting her.”
― Silvina Ocampo, Thus Were Their Faces