Tuesday, 16 June 2009

My sister's big day

I seem to be a bit busy at the moment with work and other things. My sister's wedding is on Friday (it seems to have come around rather quickly) so I am rushing around trying to get myself organised to finish work tomorrow and drive over to Ian's in the evening. I was hoping to learn my reading off by heart, but I don't think it is going to happen ass there is not enough space left in my brain! This is what I have to read:

Captain Corelli's Mandolin
Louis de Bernieres
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 eternal passion.
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.
Those that truly love, have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.

1 comment:

Chairman Bill said...

Nah - use a crib sheet or paraphrase.