Captain Corelli’s Mandolin
By Louis De Bernieres
(a reading that will be read by my Grandfather at our wedding ceremony)
“Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have 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, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body.
No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.”
by Palo Coelho
“In this world there is always
one person waiting for another,
be it in the middle of a desert
or in the middle of a big city.
And when those people pass each other
and their eyes meet,
past and future lose all importance,
and the only thing that exists
is that moment and the incredible certainty
that everything under the sun
was written by the same Hand,
the Hand that awakens Love,
and that makes a twin soul for everyone who works,
rests and seeks treasure under the sun.
Without this our human dreams
would make no sense.”
From “Know Thyself, Know Thyself More Deeply”
by D.H. Lawrence
“Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths,
love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock
molten, yet dense and permanent.
Go down to your deep old heart, and lose sight of yourself.
And lose sight of me, the me whom you turbulently loved.
Let us lose sight of ourselves, and break the mirrors.
For the fierce curve of our lives is moving again to the depths
out of sight, in the deep living heart.”
“And let your best be for your friend. If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood
also. For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill? Seek him always with
hours to live. For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness. And in the sweetness of
friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the
heart finds its morning and is refreshed.” – Khalil Gibran (The Prophet)
“The real act of marriage takes place in the heart, not in the ballroom or church or synagogue. It’s a choice you make – not just on your wedding day, but over and over again – and that choice is reflected in the way you treat your husband or wife” – Barabara de Angelis