Thursday, February 24, 2011

Love Letters

I hate that this famous love letter from Beethoven was used in Sex and the City. One of my favorite films is Immortal Beloved, and I always thought this was beautiful...

Good morning, on July 7th
Even when I am in bed my thoughts rush to you, my eternally beloved, now and then joyfully, then again sadly, waiting to know whether Fate will hear our prayer--To face life I must live altogether with you or never see you. Yes, I am resolved to be a wanderer abroad until I can fly to your arms and say that I have found my true home with you and enfolded in your arms can let my soul be wafted to the realm on blessed spirits--alas, unfortunately it must be so--You will become composed, the more so as you know that I am faithful to you; no other woman can ever possess my heart--never--never--Oh God, why must one be separated from her who is so dear. Yet my life in V[ienna] at present is a miserable life--Your love has made me both the happiest and the unhappiest of mortals--At my age I now need stability and regularity in my life--can this coexist with our relationship?--Angel, I have just heard that the post goes every day--and therefore I must close, so that you may receive the letter immediately--Be calm; for only by calmly considering our lives can we achieve our purpose to live together--Be calm--love me--Today--yesterday--what tearful longing for you--for you--you--my life--my all--all good wishes to you--Oh, do continue to love me--never misjudge your lover's most faithful heart.

ever yours
ever mine
ever ours

L.


I'm not sure I would ever publish my love letters, but I'm glad the Reagans did...

Dear Wife,

A few days ago you told me I was angry with you. I tried to explain I was frustrated with myself. But later on I realized that my frustration might have been a touch of self-pity because I’d been going around feeling that you are frequently angry with me.

No more. We are so much “one” that you are as vital to me as my own heart—with one exception; you could never be replaced with a transplant.

Whatever I treasure and enjoy—this home, our ranch, the sight of the sea—all would be without meaning if I didn’t have you. I live in a permanent Christmas because God gave me you. As I write this, you are hurrying by—back and forth doing those things only you can do and I get a feeling of warm happiness just watching you. That’s why I can’t pass you or let you pass me without reaching to touch you. (Except now or you would see what I’m doing.)

I’ll write no more because I’m going to catch up with you wherever you are and hold you for a moment.

Merry Christmas Darling—I love you with all my heart.


Your Husband


And lastly, I think one of the sweetest most genuine quotes is from 500 Days of Summer, where Tom's friend Paul is decribing his girlfriend...

"I wouldn't say 'the girl of my dreams,' no. The girl of my dreams would have a bodacious rack. Probably different hair, could like sports a little more. But...truth is...Robyn's better than the girl of my dreams. You know why? Cause she's real."


Happiness Means...
1. A good gimlet
2. Frank Sinatra
3. Three tiny roses on my dresser
4. Almay concealer with Salicylic acid - newly found beauty obsession
5. Being happier with reality than anything you can dream.

Goal: Go to the library and get a copy of "I Love You, Ronnie" for a perfect bedtime read or a rainy weekend. I might also have to see Immortal Beloved for the 400th time...

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