Sunday, January 09, 2005
just read [The Notebook] by Nicholas Sparks.. its a wonderful book.. so heart wrenching, so heart breaking.. so achingly sad.. i cried non stop.. the tears just came, uncontrollably.. i love books.. romance stories.. somehow i feel that books can bring out emotions and thoughts much better than movies can.. perhaps i am not one who can analyze.. but books are more touching and intriguing, for through the use of beautiful words, they can bring you into the depths of human emotions, make you understand what they are feeling, thinking about.. they tell you things, yet do not disclose too much, leaving you to imagine for yourself what everything might be.. leaving you to paint colours and life into the words, to imagine the characters some to life.. to imagine their joy, their pain, their sorrow.. that's the beauty of words.. the beauty of romance stories.. they move me to tears..
A letter that Noah wrote to Allie that summer when they had to leave each other:
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other. And maybe each time, we've been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this good-bye is both a good-bye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come.
When I look at you, I see your beauty and grace and know they have grown stronger with every life you have lived. And I know I have spent every life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you, but you, for your soul and mine must always come together. And then, for a reason neither of us understands, we've been forced to say good-bye.
I would love to tell you that everything will work out for us, and i promise to do all i can to make sure it does. But if we never meet again and this is truly good-bye, I know we will will see each other again, and maybe the stars will have changed, and we will not only love each other in that time, but for all the times we've had before.
Poems he wrote for her..
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet,
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
Be composed- be at ease with me...
Not till the sun excludes you do i exclude you,
Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you
and the leaves to rustle for you, do my
words refuse to glisten and rustle for you.
A letter he wrote to Allie when their son passed away.
In times of grief and sorrow, I will hold you and rock you, and take your grief and make it my own. When you cry, I cry, and when you hurt, I hurt. And together, we will try to hold back the floods of tears and despair and make it through the potholed streets of life.
A meaningful passage when Noah was sitting with Allie, accompanying her despite her losing her memory due to Alzheimers'..
We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken us a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.
The poems that he slip under Allie's pillow covers in hospital..
The body slows with mortal ache, yet my promise
remains true at the closing of our days,
A tender touch that ends with a kiss
will awaken love in joyous ways.
Our souls were one, if you must know
and never shall they be apart;
With splendid dawn, your face aglow
I reach for you and find my heart.
Once again, i hate the author for making love so unreal, so fantasy like.. This love is not totally perfect, for the ending is sad, but it is perfect in its own way, because i can never think of a love so deep and touching. Romance stories.. they make you have unreal expectations.. You've got to find a way to bring yourself back to earth after you read them.. Because life is not like a story.. Life is reality. And reality is seldom perfect.
