Wedding Readings From Love Letters of Great Mean

Contemporary Readings

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The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks

"I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a mutual life. In that location are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon exist forgotten. But in one respect I accept succeeded equally gloriously as anyone who's e'er lived: I've loved some other with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough."

The Span Across Forever by Richard Bach

"A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves pace out and we tin be completely and honestly who we are; we tin be loved for who nosotros are and not for who we're pretending to be. Each unveils the all-time office of the other. No thing what else goes wrong around us, with that one person, we're safe in our ain paradise. Our soulmate is someone who shares our deepest longings, our sense of direction. When we're ii balloons, and together our direction is up, chances are we've found the right person. Our soulmate is the ane who makes life come up to life."

The Alchemist past Paulo Coehlo

"When he looked into her optics, he learned the most of import part of the language that all the world spoke — the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their center. It was love. Something older than humanity, more ancient than the desert. What the boy felt at that moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life, and that, with no need for words, she recognized the same affair. Considering when yous know the language, it'southward easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you lot, whether it's in the middle of the desert or in some smashing urban center. And when 2 such people encounter each other, the past and the time to come become unimportant. In that location is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything nether the sun has been written by 1 mitt only. It is the hand that evokes beloved, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such dearest, one'south dreams would have no meaning."

A History of Love by Nicole Krauss

"Once upon a time, in that location was a boy. He lived in a hamlet that no longer exists, in a firm that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists, where everything was discovered, and everything was possible. A stick could be a sword, a pebble could be a diamond, a tree, a castle. Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a firm across the field, from a girl who no longer exists. They fabricated up a thousand games. She was queen and he was king. In the autumn light her pilus shone similar a crown. They collected the world in pocket-sized handfuls, and when the sky grew nighttime, and they parted with leaves in their hair. In one case upon a fourth dimension at that place was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering."

Tuesdays With Morrie past Mitch Albom

"'Still,' Morrie said, 'at that place are a few rules I know to exist true almost honey and marriage: If you don't respect the other person, yous're gonna take a lot of problem. If you don't know how to compromise, you're gonna take a lot of trouble. If you tin can't talk openly about what goes on between y'all, you're gonna have a lot of problem. And if you don't have a mutual set of values in life, y'all're gonna have a lot of trouble. Your values must exist alike.

'And the biggest i of those values, Mitch?'

Yes?

'Your belief in the importance of your wedlock.' He sniffed, then closed his eyes for a moment. 'Personally,' he sighed, his eyes notwithstanding closed, 'I think marriage is a very of import thing to do, and you're missing a lot if you don't endeavor it.'

He ended the subject by quoting a poem he believed in similar a prayer: 'Love each other or perish.'"

The Princess Bride by William Goldman

"Practise I honey you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches...I have stayed these years in my hovel because of you. I accept taught myself languages because of you. I take made my body potent considering I thought y'all might be pleased by a strong torso. I take lived my life with only the prayer that some sudden dawn you lot might glance in my direction. I take not known a moment in years when the sight of you did not send my center careening confronting my rib cage. I have not known a dark when your visage did non back-trail me to sleep. There has not been a morning when y'all did not flutter behind my waking eyelids...

I love you. Okay? Desire information technology louder? I love yous. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Desire it backward? You dearest I."

Captain Corelli's Mandolin past Louis de Bernières

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an convulsion and then subsides. And when information technology subsides, you take 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 office. Because this is what dear is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being 'in dear' which any of u.s.a. tin can convince ourselves we are. Beloved itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we establish that nosotros were one tree and non two. Dear is important and you should love each other the well-nigh."

The Promise by Heather Berry

"Within this blessed union of souls, where ii hearts intertwine to go one, there lies a promise. Perfectly born, divinely created, and intimately shared, information technology is a identify where the hope and majesty of beginnings reside. Where all things are made possible by the phenomenal love shared by two spirits. As you lot hold each other's hands in this promise, and eagerly wait into the future in each other'southward eyes, may your unconditional love and devotion accept you to places where you've both just dreamed. Where y'all'll dwell for a lifetime of happiness, sheltered in the warmth of each other'due south arms."

Wild Awake past Hilary T. Smith

"People are like cities: We all have alleys and gardens and secret rooftops and places where daisies sprout between the sidewalk cracks, but near of the fourth dimension all nosotros allow each other see is is a postcard glimpse of a skyline or a polished foursquare. Love lets you find those hidden places in some other person, even the ones they didn't know were there, even the ones they wouldn't have thought to call beautiful themselves."

Classic Literature

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Les Misérables past Victor Hugo

"The future belongs to hearts fifty-fifty more than it does to minds. Beloved, that is the only thing that tin can occupy and fill eternity. In the infinite, the inexhaustible is requisite.

Love participates of the soul itself. Information technology is of the same nature. Like information technology, information technology is the divine spark; like information technology, it is incorruptible, indivisible, imperishable. It is a betoken of fire that exists within us, which is immortal and infinite, which zilch tin confine, and which nothing can extinguish. We feel it burning even to the very marrow of our bones, and nosotros come across it beaming in the very depths of sky."

What a m thing it is to be loved! What a far grander affair it is to beloved! The heart becomes heroic, by dint of passion. Information technology is no longer equanimous of anything but what is pure; it no longer rests on anything that is not elevated and bang-up. An unworthy thought can no more germinate in it, than a nettle on a glacier. The serene and lofty soul, inaccessible to vulgar passions and emotions, dominating the clouds and the shades of this earth, its follies, its lies, its hatreds, its vanities, its miseries, inhabits the blue of heaven, and no longer feels anything but profound and subterranean shocks of destiny, as the crests of mountains feel the shocks of convulsion. If there did not be someone who loved, the sun would go extinct."

Adam Bede past George Eliot

"What greater thing is there for two homo souls, than to feel that they are joined for life — to strengthen each other in all labor, to remainder on each other in all sorrow, to government minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last departing?"

Jane Eyre past Charlotte Brontë

"I have for the first time constitute what I can truly dear — I have establish you. You are my sympathy — my better self — my practiced angel — I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I retrieve y'all expert, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; information technology leans to you, draws y'all to my center and spring of life, wraps my existence about you — and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you lot and me in one. Information technology was because I felt and knew this, that I resolved to ally you."

A Adieu to Arms by Ernest Hemingway

"That nighttime, there was a feeling that we had come abode, feeling no longer alone, waking in the dark to observe the other i there, and not gone abroad; all other things were unreal. Nosotros slept when we were tired and if we woke the other 1 woke also so one was not lone. Often a man wishes to be alone and a girl wishes to be lone likewise and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I tin can truly say nosotros never felt that. Nosotros could feel solitary when we were together, lonely against the others...Simply we were never solitary and never afraid when we were together."

Letters to a Immature Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke

"For one man existence to love another human being: that is perchance the most hard job that has been entrusted to us, the ultimate task, the final test and proof, the work for which all other work is only preparation. Loving does not at first mean merging, surrendering, and uniting with some other person — it is a loftier inducement for the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world, to become earth in himself for the sake of another person; information technology is a not bad, enervating claim on him, something that chooses him and calls him to vast distance…

In one case the realization is accepted that even between the closest people infinite altitude exists, a marvelous living side-by-side can grow up for them, if they succeed in loving the surface area between them, which gives them the possibility of seeing each other as a whole earlier an immense sky."

Mark Twain's Letters, arranged with comment by Albert Bigelow Paine

"This will be the mightiest day in the history of our lives, the holiest, & the near generous toward united states both — for it makes of 2 partial lives a whole; information technology gives to two purposeless lives a work, & doubles the strength of each whereby to perform it; it gives to ii questioning natures a reason for living, & something to live for; it will requite a new gladness to the sunshine, a new fragrance to the flowers, a new beauty to the earth, a new mystery to life; & it will give a new revelation to beloved, a new depth to sorrow, a new impulse to worship. In that twenty-four hours, the scales will fall from our eyes & nosotros shall look upon a new globe."

Anne's House of Dreams past L.Thousand. Montgomery

"But it was a happy and beautiful bride who came down the one-time, homespun-carpeted stairs that September noon — the first helpmate of Green Gables, slender and shining-eyed, in the mist of her maiden veil, with her artillery full of roses. Gilbert, waiting for her in the hall beneath, looked up at her with adoring eyes. She was his at last, this evasive, long-sought Anne, won afterward years of patient waiting. It was to him she was coming in the sweet surrender of the bride. Was he worthy of her? Could he make her as happy equally he hoped? If he failed her — if he could not measure upwardly to her standard of manhood — then, as she held out her mitt, their eyes met and all incertitude was swept away in a glad certainty. They belonged to each other; and, no matter what life might hold for them, information technology could never modify that. Their happiness was in each other's keeping and both were unafraid."

Children'south Stories

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The Bister Spyglass past Phillip Pullman

"I will love you forever; any happens. Till I die and after I die, and when I notice my way out of the country of the dead, I'll migrate about forever, all my atoms, till I detect you again…I'll be looking for you, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find each other once more, we'll cling together so tight that zip and no one'll ever tear us apart. Every cantlet of me and every atom of yous…We'll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pine trees and in clouds and in those little specks of light you see floating in sunbeams…And when they use our atoms to brand new lives, they won't just be able to take one, they'll have to have ii, 1 of you and one of me."

Winnie the Pooh by A.A Milne

"'If you lot alive to be a hundred, I desire to alive to exist a hundred minus ane day so I never have to alive without you.'

Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. 'Pooh?' he whispered. 'Yep, Piglet?'

'Nothing,' said Piglet, taking Pooh'south paw. 'I only wanted to be certain of you.'

'Nosotros'll be Friends Forever, won't nosotros, Pooh?' asked Piglet.

'Even longer,' Pooh answered. 'If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together...there is something yous must always remember. Y'all are braver than you believe, stronger than you lot seem, and smarter than yous think. Just the nearly important thing is, even if we're apart… I'll always be with you.'"

A Lovely Honey Story by Edward Monkton

"The trigger-happy Dinosaur was trapped inside his muzzle of water ice. Although it was common cold, he was happy in in that location. Information technology was, after all, his cage.

And then forth came the Lovely Other Dinosaur. The Lovely Other Dinosaur melted the Dinosaur'due south cage with kind words and loving thoughts.

'I like this Dinosaur,' thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur. 'Although he is violent he is also tender and he is funny. He is also quite clever though I will non tell him this for at present.'

'I like this Lovely Other Dinosaur,' idea the Dinosaur. 'She is beautiful and she is dissimilar and she smells and then nice. She is likewise a complimentary spirit, which is a quality I much admire in a dinosaur.'

'Just he tin can exist so distant and then peculiar at times,' idea the Lovely Other Dinosaur. 'He is also overly fond of things. Are all Dinosaurs so overly fond of things?'

'But her heed skips from here to there so quickly,' idea the Dinosaur. 'She is likewise uncommonly keen on shopping. Are all Lovely Other Dinosaurs and then exceptionally keen on shopping?'

'I volition forgive his peculiarity and his business organization for things,' thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur, 'for they are part of what makes him a richly charactered individual.'

'I will forgive her skipping mind and her fondness for shopping,' thought the Dinosaur, 'for she fills our life with beautiful thoughts and wonderful surprises. Besides, I am non unkeen on shopping either.'

At present the Dinosaur and the Lovely Other Dinosaur are former. Wait at them. Together they stand on the hill telling each other stories and feeling the warmth of the sun on their backs.

And that, my friends, is how it is with beloved. Let the states all exist Dinosaurs and Lovely Other Dinosaurs together. For the lord's day is warm. And the globe is a beautiful place."

The Velveteen Rabbit past Margery Williams

"'What is Existent?' asked the Rabbit one 24-hour interval, when they were lying adjacent most the plant nursery fender, earlier Nana came to tidy the room. 'Does it mean having things that buzz inside y'all and a stick-out handle?'

'Real isn't how you are fabricated,' said the Skin Horse. 'It'southward a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you lot for a long, long time, not but to play with, only REALLY loves you, then you become Existent.'

'Does information technology hurt?' asked the Rabbit.

'Sometimes,' said the Skin Horse, for he was e'er true. 'When you are Real y'all don't mind beingness hurt.'

'Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,' he asked, 'or chip past chip?'

'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Equus caballus. 'You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen oft to people who interruption hands, or have sharp edges, or who have to be advisedly kept. More often than not, by the fourth dimension you are Real, virtually of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because one time you lot are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.'

'I suppose you are real?' said the Rabbit. And and then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse simply smiled.

'Someone made me Real,' he said. "That was a nifty many years ago; but once you are Existent y'all can't become unreal over again. It lasts for e'er.'

I Like You past Sandol Stoddard Warburg

"I similar yous and I know why
I similar you because you are a skillful person to like
I like you considering when I tell you something special, you know it's special
And y'all remember it a long, long time
Yous say, Remember when you told me something special
And both of us remember

When I think something is important yous call up it'south important besides
We accept good ideas
When I say something funny, you express joy
I retrieve I'g funny and y'all think I'yard funny too
Hah-hah!

I like you considering you lot know where I'm ticklish
And yous don't tickle me there except only a little tiny fleck sometimes
Merely if y'all do, then I know where to tickle you besides
You know how to be airheaded — that'southward why I like you
If I am getting fix to popular a paper bag,
so y'all are getting ready to spring
HOORAY!

I like you because when I am feeling sad
You don't e'er cheer me up right away
Sometimes information technology is improve to be pitiful
You lot can't stand the others existence and so googly and gaggly every single infinitesimal
You want to think about things
It takes time

I like y'all because if I am mad at yous
Then you lot are mad at me as well
It's awful when the other person isn't
They are so nice and oooh you could merely about punch them on the nose

I can't think when I didn't like you
Information technology must take been lonesome and then
Fifty-fifty if it was the 999th of July
Even if information technology was Baronial
Even if it was way down at the lesser of November
I would become on choosing you
And you would continue choosing me
Over and over once more
And that'southward how it would happen every time."

Poetry

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"[i behave your heart with me (i carry it in]" by eastward.e. cummings

"i conduct your heart with me(i bear it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i become you go,my beloved; and whatever is done
by but me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for y'all are my fate,my sugariness)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it'due south y'all are whatever a moon has e'er meant
and whatever a sunday will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(hither is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the heaven of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul tin hope or mind can hibernate)
and this is the wonder that'southward keeping the stars apart

i bear your heart(i carry it in my heart)"

Ane Hundred Love Sonnets: "XVII" past Pablo Neruda

"I love yous without knowing how, or when, or from where, I dear yous direct without problems or pride: I love you like this considering I don't know any other way to love, except in this form in which I am non nor are you lot, so close that your paw upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes shut with my dreams."

"Love Is Friendship Attack Fire" by Laura Hendricks

"Love is friendship defenseless fire; it is tranquility, mutual conviction, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection, and makes allowances for human weaknesses. Love is content with the nowadays, hopes for the time to come, and does not brood over the past. It is the day-in and day-out chronicles of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, large victories, and working toward common goals. If you lot have love in your life, information technology can brand up for a great many things you lack. If you do not have information technology, no matter what else there is, it is not enough."

"Sonnet 116" by William Shakespeare

"Permit me not to the wedlock of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it amending finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an e'er-fixed marking,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth'southward unknown, although his height exist taken.
Love's non Time'due south fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Dear alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
Just bears it out fifty-fifty to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man always loved."

"On Union" past Khalil Gibran

"You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of expiry 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 trip the light fantastic between you.

Dearest one another, merely brand not a bail of love:
Permit information technology rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other'south cup only drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your staff of life but eat non from the same loaf
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each 1 of you exist alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other'south keeping.
For just the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not as well most together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow."

"Soul Mates" by Lang Leav

"I don't know how you lot are and so familiar to me — or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every grinning, every whisper brings me closer to the incommunicable conclusion that I accept known you earlier, I have loved you earlier — in some other fourth dimension, a dissimilar place, some other existence."

"Matrimony" by Robert Fulghum

"You have known each other from the get-go glance of associate to this point of commitment. At some point, you decided to ally. From that moment of yes, to this moment of yes, indeed, you take been making commitments in an informal style. All of those conversations that were held in a car, or over a repast, or during long walks — all those conversations that began with, 'When we're married', and continued with 'I will' and 'you will' and 'we will' — all those tardily dark talks that included 'someday' and 'somehow' and 'maybe' — and all those promises that are unspoken matters of the eye. All these common things, and more, are the real process of a wedding ceremony.

The symbolic vows that you are about to brand are a way of saying to one some other, 'You know all those things that we've promised, and hoped, and dreamed — well, I meant information technology all, every word.'

Look at one another and remember this moment in fourth dimension. Before this moment you have been many things to ane another – acquaintance, friend, companion, lover, dancing partner, even teacher, for you have learned much from one some other these by few years. Shortly you lot shall say a few words that will take y'all across a threshold of life, and things between you will never quite be the aforementioned.

For after today, you shall say to the world — This is my husband. This is my wife."

"Prayer for a Marriage" by Steve Scafidi

"When we are old one dark and the moon
arcs over the house like an antique
China saucer and the teacup sun
follows somewhere far behind
I hope the stars deepen to a shine
so vivid you could read by it
if you lot liked and the sadness
nosotros will have known become away
for awhile — in this 60 minutes or 2
before sleep — and that we kiss
standing in the kitchen not fighting
gravity and then much as embodying
its sweet force, and I hope we kiss
like we do today knowing then much
skillful is said in this primitive tongue
from the wild kickoff surprising ones
to the lower dizzy 10 m
infinitely slower ones — and I hope
while we stand there in the kitchen
making tea and kissing, the whistle
of the teapot wakes the neighbors."

"How Falling in Love is like Owning a Canis familiaris" by Taylor Mali

"First of all, information technology's a big responsibility,
specially in a city similar New York.
So think long and difficult before deciding on love.
On the other hand, honey gives y'all a sense of security:
when you're walking downwards the street belatedly at night
and you have a leash on love
own't no 1 going to mess with y'all.
Because crooks and muggers recall beloved is unpredictable.
Who knows what love could practise in its ain defence?

On common cold winter nights, dearest is warm.
Information technology lies between yous and lives and breathes
and makes funny noises.
Love wakes you up all hours of the nighttime with its needs.
It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy.

Love doesn't like being left lone for long.
But come home and love is always happy to run into you.
Information technology may intermission a few things accidentally in its passion for life,
but yous tin never be mad at love for long.

Is love skillful all the time? No! No!
Love can exist bad. Bad, honey, bad! Very bad love.

Love makes messes.
Love leaves you piddling surprises here and there.
Dearest needs lots of cleaning upwardly afterwards.
Somethimes you lot simply want to become love fixed.
Sometimes y'all want to curlicue up a piece of newspaper
and swat love on the olfactory organ,
not so much to cause pain,
just to let love know Don't yous ever do that again!

Sometimes love just wants to go out for a nice long walk.
Because love loves practise. Information technology will run you around the block
and leave you panting, breathless. Pull you in different directions
at one time, or wind itself around and effectually you
until you're all wound up and you cannot move.

But love makes you run into people wherever you get.
People who have zip in mutual just love
terminate and talk to each other on the street.

Throw things away and love will bring them back,
again, and once more, and again.
But most of all, love needs beloved, lots of it.
And in return, love loves you and never stops."

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