The House at Pooh Corner Wedding Reading

Contemporary Readings

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The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks

"I am aught special; just a mutual human being with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in i respect I accept succeeded as gloriously every bit anyone who's ever lived: I've loved some other with all my middle 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 safety enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we tin can exist completely and honestly who nosotros are; nosotros can exist loved for who we are and not for who nosotros're pretending to be. Each unveils the all-time role of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around united states of america, with that i person, we're safe in our own paradise. Our soulmate is someone who shares our deepest longings, our sense of direction. When we're 2 balloons, and together our management is up, chances are we've constitute the correct person. Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life."

The Alchemist by Paulo Coehlo

"When he looked into her eyes, he learned the most of import part of the language that all the world spoke — the linguistic communication that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart. It was love. Something older than humanity, more aboriginal than the desert. What the male child felt at that moment was that he was in the presence of the only adult female in his life, and that, with no need for words, she recognized the aforementioned matter. Because when y'all know the language, it's easy to empathize that someone in the world awaits you, whether it'southward in the heart of the desert or in some dandy metropolis. And when 2 such people encounter each other, the by and the hereafter become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything nether the sunday has been written past ane hand but. It is the paw that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, one'south dreams would have no meaning."

A History of Love by Nicole Krauss

"Once upon a time, at that place was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house 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 business firm across the field, from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a grand games. She was queen and he was king. In the autumn lite her hair shone like a crown. They collected the earth in pocket-size handfuls, and when the sky grew dark, and they parted with leaves in their hair. Once upon a time at that place was a male child who loved a daughter, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering."

Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom

"'Still,' Morrie said, 'there are a few rules I know to be true about love and union: If you don't respect the other person, you're gonna have a lot of trouble. If y'all don't know how to compromise, y'all're gonna have a lot of trouble. If you can't talk openly about what goes on betwixt you, you're gonna have a lot of trouble. And if you don't have a common set of values in life, you're gonna have a lot of trouble. Your values must be alike.

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

Yes?

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

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

The Princess Bride by William Goldman

"Do I love 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 take taught myself languages because of y'all. I accept made my body strong because I thought you might exist pleased past a strong trunk. I accept lived my life with only the prayer that some sudden dawn you might glance in my direction. I accept not known a moment in years when the sight of you did not transport my heart careening against my rib muzzle. I have not known a dark when your visage did not accompany me to slumber. There has not been a morning when you did not palpitate behind my waking eyelids...

I love you lot. Okay? Want it louder? I love you. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Want information technology backward? You dear I."

Captain Corelli's Mandolin by Louis de Bernières

"Beloved is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You lot accept to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you lot should ever part. Because this is what dearest is. Dear is non breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is non the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is but being 'in love' which any of the states can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in honey has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate blow. Your female parent and I had it, nosotros had roots that grew towards each other surreptitious, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were i tree and non ii. Dear is important and yous should love each other the near."

The Promise by Heather Berry

"Within this blest marriage of souls, where two hearts intertwine to get one, there lies a hope. Perfectly born, divinely created, and intimately shared, it is a place where the hope and majesty of beginnings reside. Where all things are made possible by the astounding dearest shared by two spirits. As you agree each other'southward hands in this promise, and eagerly expect into the time to come in each other's eyes, may your unconditional beloved and devotion take you to places where you've both only dreamed. Where you'll dwell for a lifetime of happiness, sheltered in the warmth of each other's arms."

Wild Awake by 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 most of the time all nosotros let each other run into is is a postcard glimpse of a skyline or a polished square. Love lets you observe those hidden places in another person, even the ones they didn't know were at that place, even the ones they wouldn't accept thought to call beautiful themselves."

Archetype Literature

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Les Misérables by Victor Hugo

"The future belongs to hearts even more than than it does to minds. Dearest, that is the only thing that can occupy and make full eternity. In the infinite, the inexhaustible is requisite.

Dearest participates of the soul itself. It is of the same nature. Like it, information technology is the divine spark; like it, information technology is incorruptible, indivisible, imperishable. Information technology is a indicate of fire that exists inside us, which is immortal and space, which null tin confine, and which cypher can extinguish. We feel it burning even to the very marrow of our basic, and we see it beaming in the very depths of heaven."

What a thousand thing it is to be loved! What a far grander thing it is to love! The middle becomes heroic, by dint of passion. It is no longer composed of annihilation but what is pure; it no longer rests on anything that is not elevated and great. 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 world, its follies, its lies, its hatreds, its vanities, its miseries, inhabits the blue of heaven, and no longer feels annihilation just profound and subterranean shocks of destiny, every bit the crests of mountains feel the shocks of convulsion. If there did not exist someone who loved, the sun would become extinct."

Adam Bede past George Eliot

"What greater thing is at that place for two human souls, than to experience that they are joined for life — to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to exist i with each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the final parting?"

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

"I accept for the first time found what I can truly love — I take found y'all. You lot are my sympathy — my better self — my good angel — I am spring to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my middle; it leans to you, draws you to my center and spring of life, wraps my existence nigh you lot — and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses yous and me in one. It was because I felt and knew this, that I resolved to marry you."

A Farewell to Artillery by Ernest Hemingway

"That night, in that location was a feeling that we had come dwelling, feeling no longer alone, waking in the night to find the other one there, and not gone away; all other things were unreal. We slept when nosotros were tired and if nosotros woke the other one woke besides so i was not alone. Often a man wishes to be alone and a girl wishes to be alone also and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I tin truly say we never felt that. We could experience alone when nosotros were together, lone against the others...Only nosotros were never alone and never agape when we were together."

Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke

"For ane man being to love another human beingness: that is perchance the most difficult task that has been entrusted to united states of america, the ultimate task, the final exam and proof, the work for which all other piece of work is simply preparation. Loving does not at outset mean merging, surrendering, and uniting with some other person — it is a high inducement for the individual to ripen, to go something in himself, to go world, to become earth in himself for the sake of some other person; it is a great, demanding merits on him, something that chooses him and calls him to vast distance…

Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest people infinite distance exists, a marvelous living side-by-side can grow up for them, if they succeed in loving the expanse between them, which gives them the possibility of seeing each other as a whole before an immense sky."

Mark Twain'due south Letters, arranged with annotate by Albert Bigelow Paine

"This will be the mightiest twenty-four hours in the history of our lives, the holiest, & the most generous toward us both — for it makes of ii partial lives a whole; it gives to two purposeless lives a piece of work, & doubles the strength of each whereby to perform it; it gives to two questioning natures a reason for living, & something to alive for; it volition give 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 day, the scales volition autumn from our eyes & nosotros shall look upon a new globe."

Anne's House of Dreams by Fifty.M. Montgomery

"But information technology was a happy and beautiful helpmate who came downwardly the old, homespun-carpeted stairs that September noon — the first bride of Dark-green Gables, slender and shining-eyed, in the mist of her maiden veil, with her arms full of roses. Gilbert, waiting for her in the hall below, looked upward at her with adoring optics. She was his at last, this evasive, long-sought Anne, won after 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 every bit happy equally he hoped? If he failed her — if he could not mensurate upwards to her standard of manhood — and then, as she held out her manus, their eyes met and all doubt was swept abroad in a glad certainty. They belonged to each other; and, no matter what life might hold for them, it could never change that. Their happiness was in each other's keeping and both were unafraid."

Children's Stories

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The Amber Spyglass past Phillip Pullman

"I will love you forever; whatever happens. Till I dice and after I die, and when I observe my way out of the land of the dead, I'll drift about forever, all my atoms, till I observe you lot again…I'll be looking for y'all, every moment, every single moment. And when nosotros do notice each other again, nosotros'll cling together so tight that goose egg and no one'll e'er tear us apart. Every atom of me and every atom of you…We'll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pino trees and in clouds and in those niggling specks of light y'all run into floating in sunbeams…And when they use our atoms to make new lives, they won't just exist able to take 1, they'll have to have ii, i of you and one of me."

Winnie the Pooh by A.A Milne

"'If y'all live to be a hundred, I desire to live to exist a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.'

Piglet sidled upward to Pooh from behind. 'Pooh?' he whispered. 'Yes, Piglet?'

'Nothing,' said Piglet, taking Pooh's hand. 'I just wanted to be sure of you lot.'

'We'll be Friends Forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet.

'Even longer,' Pooh answered. 'If ever there is tomorrow when we're non together...at that place is something yous must always remember. Yous are braver than y'all believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than yous recollect. But the most of import thing is, even if nosotros're apart… I'll always be with you.'"

A Lovely Dearest Story by Edward Monkton

"The fierce Dinosaur was trapped inside his cage of ice. Although it was cold, he was happy in there. Information technology was, after all, his muzzle.

And then along came the Lovely Other Dinosaur. The Lovely Other Dinosaur melted the Dinosaur's cage with kind words and loving thoughts.

'I like this Dinosaur,' thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur. 'Although he is fierce he is besides 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,' thought the Dinosaur. 'She is cute and she is different and she smells and so nice. She is also a free spirit, which is a quality I much adore in a dinosaur.'

'But he can be so distant and so peculiar at times,' idea the Lovely Other Dinosaur. 'He is likewise overly fond of things. Are all Dinosaurs so overly addicted of things?'

'But her mind skips from here to there so chop-chop,' thought the Dinosaur. 'She is also uncommonly cracking on shopping. Are all Lovely Other Dinosaurs then uncommonly keen on shopping?'

'I will forgive his peculiarity and his business for things,' thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur, 'for they are role of what makes him a richly charactered private.'

'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. Likewise, I am not unkeen on shopping either.'

At present the Dinosaur and the Lovely Other Dinosaur are old. Look at them. Together they stand up 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 honey. Let u.s. all be Dinosaurs and Lovely Other Dinosaurs together. For the sun is warm. And the globe is a beautiful identify."

The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams

"'What is Existent?' asked the Rabbit one twenty-four hours, when they were lying side by side well-nigh the nursery fender, earlier Nana came to tidy the room. 'Does information technology hateful having things that fizz inside you and a stick-out handle?'

'Existent isn't how y'all are made,' said the Pare Horse. 'Information technology'south a matter that happens to you lot. When a child loves you lot for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you get Real.'

'Does it injure?' asked the Rabbit.

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

'Does information technology happen all at once, like being wound up,' he asked, 'or bit by bit?'

'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'Yous become. It takes a long time. That's why information technology doesn't happen ofttimes to people who break hands, or take precipitous edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Existent, most of your hair has been loved off, and your optics drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, considering in one case you 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 information technology, for he thought the Skin Horse only smiled.

'Someone made me Real,' he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real yous can't become unreal again. It lasts for ever.'

I Like You by Sandol Stoddard Warburg

"I like you lot and I know why
I like you because you are a good person to like
I like yous because when I tell you something special, you know it'south special
And you call up it a long, long time
Y'all say, Remember when y'all told me something special
And both of u.s. recollect

When I think something is important you think it's important also
We have good ideas
When I say something funny, you laugh
I think I'm funny and you think I'g funny likewise
Hah-hah!

I similar y'all because you know where I'm ticklish
And yous don't tickle me at that place except but a little tiny bit sometimes
But if you do, so I know where to tickle you too
You know how to be dizzy — that'southward why I like you
If I am getting fix to pop a paper bag,
and then you are getting set to spring
HOORAY!

I similar you considering when I am feeling sorry
You don't e'er cheer me up right away
Sometimes it is ameliorate to be sad
You can't stand the others being then googly and gaggly every single minute
You want to think about things
It takes time

I like you because if I am mad at you
So yous are mad at me besides
Information technology's awful when the other person isn't
They are so nice and oooh you lot could just about punch them on the nose

I tin can't remember when I didn't like you
It must accept been lonesome then
Fifty-fifty if it was the 999th of July
Even if it was August
Even if information technology was style down at the bottom of November
I would go on choosing you
And you would go on choosing me
Over and over once more
And that's how it would happen every time."

Poetry

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"[i conduct your heart with me (i bear information technology in]" by e.east. cummings

"i bear your center with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without information technology(anywhere
i go you become,my dearest; and any is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sugariness)i want
no world(for cute you are my world,my true)
and it'south you are whatever a moon has e'er meant
and any a dominicus will always sing is you

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

i comport your centre(i carry it in my heart)"

Ane Hundred Love Sonnets: "XVII" by Pablo Neruda

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I honey y'all directly without problems or pride: I love you like this considering I don't know whatever other manner to love, except in this form in which I am not nor are you, so close that your mitt upon my chest is mine, so shut that your eyes close with my dreams."

"Love Is Friendship Set On Fire" by Laura Hendricks

"Dear is friendship caught fire; it is repose, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. Information technology is loyalty through skillful and bad times. Information technology settles for less than perfection, and makes allowances for human weaknesses. Dear is content with the present, hopes for the future, and does not brood over the past. It is the day-in and day-out chronicles of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, big victories, and working toward common goals. If you have beloved in your life, it can make upward for a great many things you lack. If you do non take it, no affair what else there is, information technology is not enough."

"Sonnet 116" past William Shakespeare

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

"On Marriage" by Khalil Gibran

"You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall exist together when the white wings of decease besprinkle your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
Only permit there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens trip the light fantastic between yous.

Love one another, but make not a bail of dearest:
Let it rather be a moving ocean betwixt the shores of your souls.
Fill up each other's loving cup just drinkable not from one loving cup.
Give one some other of your bread just consume not from the same loaf
Sing and trip the light fantastic together and exist joyous, but let each one of you be solitary,
Even every bit the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the aforementioned music.

Give your hearts, only not into each other'due south keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together nevertheless not too most together:
For the pillars of the temple stand up 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 yous are so familiar to me — or why information technology feels less similar I am getting to know y'all and more every bit though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible decision that I accept known you earlier, I have loved you before — in another fourth dimension, a unlike place, some other existence."

"Union" by Robert Fulghum

"You have known each other from the first glance of acquaintance to this point of commitment. At some point, you decided to marry. From that moment of yes, to this moment of yes, indeed, yous have been making commitments in an informal style. All of those conversations that were held in a car, or over a meal, or during long walks — all those conversations that began with, 'When we're married', and continued with 'I volition' and 'you lot will' and 'nosotros volition' — all those belatedly night talks that included 'someday' and 'somehow' and 'maybe' — and all those promises that are unspoken matters of the heart. All these mutual things, and more than, are the real procedure of a wedding.

The symbolic vows that you are about to brand are a style of saying to one another, 'Y'all know all those things that we've promised, and hoped, and dreamed — well, I meant it all, every discussion.'

Wait at one another and recollect this moment in fourth dimension. Before this moment you have been many things to one another – acquaintance, friend, companion, lover, dancing partner, even teacher, for you take learned much from ane some other these past few years. Soon you shall say a few words that volition take you beyond a threshold of life, and things between you will never quite be the same.

For afterwards today, y'all shall say to the world — This is my husband. This is my married woman."

"Prayer for a Marriage" by Steve Scafidi

"When we are quondam one night and the moon
arcs over the house similar an antique
Prc saucer and the teacup sunday
follows somewhere far behind
I hope the stars deepen to a shine
so bright y'all could read by it
if you liked and the sadness
nosotros will take known get away
for awhile — in this hour or two
before sleep — and that we kiss
standing in the kitchen not fighting
gravity then much as embodying
its sweet force, and I hope we osculation
similar we do today knowing so much
practiced is said in this archaic natural language
from the wild showtime surprising ones
to the lower featherbrained 10 thousand
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 Honey is similar Owning a Dog" by Taylor Mali

"First of all, it's a large responsibleness,
specially in a metropolis similar New York.
So recall long and difficult earlier deciding on love.
On the other paw, love gives you a sense of security:
when you're walking down the street late at night
and y'all have a leash on dear
ain't no one going to mess with you.
Considering crooks and muggers recollect love is unpredictable.
Who knows what love could practise in its ain defense?

On cold winter nights, love is warm.
It lies between you and lives and breathes
and makes funny noises.
Beloved wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs.
It needs to be fed so information technology will abound and stay healthy.

Love doesn't like being left lone for long.
Simply come abode and love is always happy to see you.
It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life,
but you tin can never exist mad at dearest for long.

Is dearest good all the time? No! No!
Love tin can be bad. Bad, dear, bad! Very bad beloved.

Honey makes messes.
Dear leaves you lilliputian surprises here and there.
Love needs lots of cleaning upwards later on.
Somethimes you just want to go love fixed.
Sometimes you lot want to roll up a piece of newspaper
and swat love on the olfactory organ,
not so much to cause hurting,
just to allow dearest know Don't y'all e'er exercise that over again!

Sometimes love only wants to get out for a nice long walk.
Because love loves practise. It will run y'all around the block
and leave you panting, breathless. Pull y'all in different directions
at once, or wind itself around and around you
until you're all wound up and you cannot move.

But love makes y'all meet people wherever y'all go.
People who accept nil in common but honey
stop and talk to each other on the street.

Throw things away and beloved volition bring them back,
again, and over again, and again.
But most of all, dear needs dear, lots of it.
And in render, love loves you and never stops."

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