20 Nonreligious Readings for Your Wedding Ceremony<\/span><\/h2>\n
“Sonnet 116” by William Shakespeare<\/span><\/h3>\n
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it 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.<\/p>\n
Love’s not 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 it out even to the edge of doom.<\/p>\n
The History of Love<\/span><\/i> by Nicole Krauss<\/span><\/h3>\n
“Once upon a time, there 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 house across the field, from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was queen and he was king. In the autumn light, her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls, and when the sky grew dark, they parted with leaves in their hair.<\/span><\/p>\n
Once upon a time, there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”<\/span><\/p>\n
Jasper Jones<\/span><\/i> by Craig Silvey<\/span><\/h3>\n
“What I’m feeling, I think, is joy. And it’s been some time since I’ve felt that blinkered rush of happiness. This might be one of those rare events that lasts, one that’ll be remembered and recalled as months and years wind and ravel. One of those sweet, significant moments that leaves a footprint in your mind. A photograph couldn’t ever tell its story. It’s like something you have to live to understand. One of those freak collisions of fizzing meteors and looming celestial bodies and floating debris and one single beautiful red ball that bursts into your life and through your body like an enormous firework. Where things shift into focus for a moment, and everything makes sense. And it becomes one of those things inside you, a pearl among sludge, one of those big exaggerated memories you can invoke at any moment to peel away a little layer of how you felt, like a lick of ice cream. The flavor of grace.”<\/span><\/p>\n
“Love is an Adventure” by Pierre Teilhard de Chardin<\/span><\/h3>\n
“Love is an adventure and a conquest. It survives and develops like the universe itself only by perpetual discovery. The only right love is that between couples whose passion leads them both, one through the other, to a higher possession of their being. Put your faith in the spirit which dwells between the two of you. You have each offered yourself to the other as a boundless field of understanding, of enrichment, of mutually increased sensibility. You will meet above all by entering into and constantly sharing one another’s thoughts, affections, and dreams. There alone, as you know, in spirit, which is arrived through flesh, you will find no disappointments, no limits. There alone the skies are ever open for your love; there alone lies the great road ahead.”<\/span><\/p>\n
Every Day<\/span><\/i> by David Levithan<\/span><\/h3>\n
“This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible. And when it’s just the two of you, alone in a room, you can pretend that this is how it is, this is how it will be.”<\/span><\/p>\n
Tuesdays with Morrie<\/span><\/i> by Mitch Albom<\/span><\/h3>\n
“Still,” Morrie said, “there are a few rules I know to be true about love and marriage: If you don’t respect the other person, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. If you don’t know how to compromise, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. If you can’t talk openly about what goes on between 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.”<\/span><\/p>\n
“And the biggest one of those values, Mitch?”<\/span><\/p>\n
Yes?<\/span><\/p>\n
“Your belief in the importance of your marriage.”<\/span><\/p>\n
He sniffed, then closed his eyes for a moment.<\/span><\/p>\n
“Personally,” he sighed, his eyes still closed, “I think marriage is a very important thing to do, and you’re missing a lot if you don’t try it.”<\/span><\/p>\n
He ended the subject by quoting a poem he believed in like a prayer: “Love each other or perish.”<\/span><\/p>\n
“If I Should Fall Behind” by Bruce Springsteen<\/span><\/h3>\n
“We said we’d walk together, baby, come what may<\/span>
\n<\/span>That come the twilight should we lose our way<\/span>
\n<\/span>If as we’re walking a hand should slip free<\/span>
\n<\/span>I’ll wait for you<\/span>
\n<\/span>And should I fall behind<\/span>
\n<\/span>Wait for me<\/span><\/p>\n
We swore we’d travel darlin’ side by side<\/span>
\n<\/span>We’d help each other stay in stride<\/span>
\n<\/span>But each lover’s steps fall so differently<\/span>
\n<\/span>But I’ll wait for you<\/span>
\n<\/span>And if I should fall behind<\/span>
\n<\/span>Wait for me<\/span><\/p>\n
Now everyone dreams of a love lasting and true<\/span>
\n<\/span>But you and I know what this world can do<\/span>
\n<\/span>So let’s make our steps clear that the other may see<\/span>
\n<\/span>And I’ll wait for you<\/span>
\n<\/span>If I should fall behind<\/span>
\n<\/span>Wait for me<\/span><\/p>\n
Now there’s a beautiful river in the valley ahead<\/span>
\n<\/span>There ‘neath the oak’s bough soon we will be wed<\/span>
\n<\/span>Should we lose each other in the shadow of the evening trees<\/span>
\n<\/span>I’ll wait for you<\/span>
\n<\/span>And should I fall behind<\/span>
\n<\/span>Wait for me<\/span>
\n<\/span>Darlin’ I’ll wait for you<\/span>
\n<\/span>Should I fall behind, wait for me”<\/span><\/p>\n
Blue-Eyed Devil<\/span><\/i> by Lisa Kleypas<\/span><\/h3>\n
“I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.”<\/span><\/p>\n
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Wild Awake<\/span><\/i> by Hilary T. Smith<\/span><\/h3>\n
“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 we let each other see is a postcard glimpse of a skyline or a polished square. Love lets you find those hidden places in another person, even the ones they didn’t know were there, even the ones they wouldn’t have thought to call beautiful themselves.”<\/span><\/p>\n
“About the Man Who Began Flying After Meeting Her” by Dave Eggers<\/span><\/h3>\n
“When he met her and they liked each other a great deal, he heard things better, and in his eyes, the lines of the physical world were sharper than before. He was smarter, he was more aware, and he thought of new things to do with his days. He considered activities which before had been vaguely intriguing but which now seemed urgent, and which must, he thought, be done with his new companion. He wanted to fly in lightweight contraptions with her. He had always been intrigued by gliders, parachutes, ultralights, and hang-gliders, and now he felt that this would be a facet of their new life: that they would be a couple that flew around on weekends and on vacations, in small aircraft. They would learn the terminology; they would join clubs. They would have a trailer of some kind, or a large van, in which to hold their new machines and supple wings folded, and they would drive to new places to see from above.<\/span><\/p>\n
The kind of flying that interested him was close to the ground – less than a thousand feet above the earth. He wanted to see things moving quickly below him, wanted to be able to wave to people below, to see wildebeest run, and to count dolphins streaming away from shore. He hoped this was the kind of flying she’d want to do, too. He became so attached to the idea of this person and this flying and this life entwined that he was not sure what he would do if it did not become actual. He didn’t want to do this flying alone; he would rather not do it than do it without her. But if he asked her to fly with him, and she expressed reservations, or was not inspired, would he stay with her? Could he? He decides that he would not. If she does not drive in the van with the wings carefully folded, he will have to leave, smile and leave, and then he will look again. But when and if he finds another companion, he knows his plan will not be for flying. It will be another plan with another person because, if he goes flying close to the earth, it will be with her.”<\/span><\/p>\n
A Farewell to Arms<\/span><\/i> by Ernest Hemingway<\/span><\/h3>\n
“At night, there was the feeling that we had to come home, 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 we were tired and if we woke the other one woke too so one was not alone. Often a man wishes to be alone and a woman wishes to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I can truly say we never felt that. We could feel alone when we were together, alone against the others. We were never lonely and never afraid when we were together.”<\/span><\/p>\n
“Love’s Philosophy” by Percy Bysshe Shelley<\/span><\/h3>\n
The fountains mingle with the river,<\/span>
\n<\/span>And the rivers with the ocean;<\/span>
\n<\/span>The winds of heaven mix forever<\/span>
\n<\/span>With a sweet emotion;<\/span>
\n<\/span>Nothing in the world is single:<\/span>
\n<\/span>All things by a law divine<\/span>
\n<\/span>In another’s being mingled—<\/span>
\n<\/span>Why not I with thine?<\/span><\/p>\n
See, the mountains kiss high heaven,<\/span>
\n<\/span>And the waves clasp one another;<\/span>
\n<\/span>No sister flower could be forgiven<\/span>
\n<\/span>If it disdained its brother;<\/span>
\n<\/span>And the sunlight clasps the earth,<\/span>
\n<\/span>And the moonbeams kiss the sea;<\/span>
\n<\/span>What are all these kissings worth,<\/span>
\n<\/span>If thou kiss not me?<\/span><\/p>\n
Jazz <\/span><\/i>by Toni Morrison<\/span><\/h3>\n
“It’s nice when grown people whisper to each other under the covers. Their ecstasy is more leaf-sigh than bray and the body is the vehicle, not the point. They reach, grown people, for something beyond, way beyond and way, way down underneath tissue. They are remembering while they whisper the carnival dolls they won and the Baltimore boats they never sailed on. The pears they let hang on the limb because if they plucked them, they would be gone from there and who else would see that ripeness if they took it away for themselves? How could anybody passing by see them and imagine for themselves what the flavor would be like? Breathing and murmuring under covers both of them have washed and hung out on the line, in a bed they chose together and kept together nevermind one leg was propped on a 1916 dictionary, and the mattress, curved like a preacher’s palm asking for witnesses in His name’s sake, enclosed them each and every night and muffled their whispering, old-time love.”<\/span><\/p>\n
The Portrait of a Lady<\/span><\/i> by Henry James<\/span><\/h3>\n
“It has made me better loving you…it has made me wiser, and easier, and — I won’t pretend to deny — brighter and nicer and even stronger. I used to want a great many things before, and to be angry that I didn’t have them. Theoretically, I was satisfied, as I once told you. I flattered myself, I had limited my wants. But I was subject to irritation; I used to have morbid, sterile, hateful fits of hunger, of desire. Now I really am satisfied, because I can’t think of anything better.”<\/span><\/p>\n
Everything is Illuminated<\/span><\/i> by Jonathan Safran Foer<\/span><\/h3>\n
“I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.”<\/span><\/p>\n
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Everything I Know About Love<\/span><\/i> by Dolly Alderton<\/span><\/h3>\n
The way love sees you. The way love celebrates you. The way love accepts you exactly as you are, and still encourages you to grow.<\/span><\/p>\n
The Alchemist<\/span><\/i> by Paulo Coelho<\/span><\/h3>\n
When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.<\/span><\/p>\n
“Touched by An Angel” by Maya Angelou<\/span><\/h3>\n
We, unaccustomed to courage<\/span>
\n<\/span> exiles from delight<\/span>
\n<\/span> live coiled in shells of loneliness<\/span>
\n<\/span> until love leaves its high holy temple<\/span>
\n<\/span> and comes into our sight<\/span>
\n<\/span> to liberate us into life.<\/span><\/p>\n
Love arrives<\/span>
\n<\/span> and in its train come ecstasies<\/span>
\n<\/span> old memories of pleasure<\/span>
\n<\/span> ancient histories of pain.<\/span>
\n<\/span> Yet if we are bold,<\/span>
\n<\/span> love strikes away the chains of fear<\/span>
\n<\/span> from our souls.<\/span><\/p>\n
We are weaned from our timidity<\/span>
\n<\/span> In the flush of love’s light<\/span>
\n<\/span> we dare be brave<\/span>
\n<\/span> And suddenly we see<\/span>
\n<\/span> that love costs all we are<\/span>
\n<\/span> and will ever be.<\/span>
\n<\/span> Yet it is only love<\/span>
\n<\/span> which sets us free.<\/span><\/p>\n
“I Carry Your Heart With Me” by E.E. Cummings<\/span><\/h3>\n
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in<\/span>
\n<\/span> my heart) I am never without it (anywhere<\/span>
\n<\/span> I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done<\/span>
\n<\/span> by only me is your doing, my darling)<\/span>
\n<\/span> I fear<\/span>
\n<\/span> no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want<\/span>
\n<\/span> no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)<\/span>
\n<\/span> and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant<\/span>
\n<\/span> and whatever a sun will always sing is you<\/span><\/p>\n
here is the deepest secret nobody knows<\/span>
\n<\/span> (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud<\/span>
\n<\/span> and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows<\/span>
\n<\/span> higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)<\/span>
\n<\/span> and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart<\/span><\/p>\n
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)<\/span><\/p>\n
“The Master Speed” by Robert Frost<\/span><\/h3>\n
No speed of wind or water rushing by<\/span>
\n<\/span> But you have speed far greater. You can climb<\/span>
\n<\/span> Back up a stream of radiance to the sky,<\/span>
\n<\/span> And back through history up the stream of time.<\/span>
\n<\/span> And you were given this swiftness, not for haste<\/span>
\n<\/span> Nor chiefly that you may go where you will,<\/span>
\n<\/span> But in the rush of everything to waste,<\/span>
\n<\/span> That you may have the power of standing still—<\/span><\/p>\n
Off any still or moving thing you say.<\/span>
\n<\/span> Two such as you with such a master speed<\/span>
\n<\/span> Cannot be parted nor be swept away<\/span>
\n<\/span> From one another once you are agreed<\/span>
\n<\/span> That life is only life forevermore<\/span>
\n<\/span> Together wing to wing and oar to oar.<\/span><\/p>\n
Modern Love (Amazon Prime, S1E1)<\/span><\/h3>\n
“Love, for the most part, is about endurance. It’s about the quiet moments, the unglamorous routines, the little acts of being there. And when you look back, it won’t be the grand declarations that made it work. It’ll be the time they waited with you at the hospital, or made your coffee exactly how you like it. Love is what’s left when everything else has burned away.”<\/span><\/p>\n
About Time<\/span><\/h3>\n
“We’re all traveling through time together, every day of our lives. All we can do is do our best to relish this remarkable ride.<\/span>
\n<\/span> I just try to live every day as if I’ve deliberately come back to this one day, to enjoy it—as if it was the full final day of my extraordinary, ordinary life.<\/span>
\n<\/span> And in the end, I think that’s the real takeaway: the best part of life is the people you choose to spend it with. The mornings, the walks, the shared jokes, the quiet dinners. That’s what time travel can’t replace. That’s what love really is.”<\/span><\/p>\n
Anne of Green Gables (1985 adaptation)<\/span><\/h3>\n
“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare… perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways.<\/span>
\n<\/span> Perhaps it revealed itself in the most simple and ordinary things—like a smile, a glance, a touch… and, maybe, love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as it had always meant to.”<\/span><\/p>\n
Your Name Engraved Herein<\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/h3>\n
“Some people come into your life quietly—like a song you didn’t realize you loved until you hear it again.<\/span>
\n<\/span> They don’t change everything all at once. They just remind you that you’re not alone.<\/span>
\n<\/span> And little by little, love becomes part of you.<\/span>
\n<\/span> Not loud. Not perfect. But lasting.”<\/span><\/p>\n
Soul<\/span><\/i> (Pixar)<\/span><\/h3>\n
“Life isn’t about one big moment. It’s the little things: walking with someone you love, sharing a laugh, watching the light hit their face just right.<\/span>
\n<\/span> Love is in the noticing. The ordinary days that turn out to be everything.<\/span>
\n<\/span> And maybe the whole point isn’t to chase the grand purpose, but to love deeply, and really live, right where you are.”<\/span><\/p>\n
Now that you’ve found a reading (or three) that speaks to your heart, it’s time to bring the rest of your ceremony vision to life. From <\/span>writing your vows<\/span><\/a> to planning the perfect flow, our <\/span>ultimate guide to planning your wedding ceremony<\/span><\/a> has everything you need to make it personal, meaningful, and truly you.<\/span><\/p>\n
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