"Every night I cut out my heart, but in the morning it was full again."
I need this love, Almasy.
දහසකුත් කතා කරන ඇස් දෙකට
අනියම් ය කිව හැකිද මොහොතකට
ළයෙහි හිස හොවා ඔබ හඬන විට
නිමා නොවෙනා පෙමකි ම'හිත යට
ඉරෙන් සඳ තරු වලා උවම් නැත
කතර වැලි සුළං තෙර රකින තෙත
නිලම් දිය පිරුණු උද්දකය හිත
ඔබ මැ මිස කවර අන් සුපෙම්වත
හංගේරියා ගැමි ගීත දහසක් අරන් ඔබ
කතන්දර කියන විට පෙළින් පෙළ
සුපෙම් කවි ගඟක් වී ඔබේ හඬ
රැළි නඟයි මගේ හිත සයුර අස
"My darling. I'm waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone, and I'm horribly cold. I really should drag myself outside but then there'd be the sun. I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings, not writing these words. We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we've entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we've hidden in - like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. Where the real countries are. Not boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you'll come carry me out to the Palace of Winds. That's what I've wanted: to walk in such a place with you. With friends, on an earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I'm writing in the darkness.""Almásy: You're wearing the thimble.
Katharine: Of course, you idiot. I always wear it; I've always worn it; I've always loved you."
"Almásy: Let me tell you about winds. There is a, a whirlwind from southern Morrocco, the aajej, against which the fellahin defend themselves with knives. And there is the... the ghibli, from Tunis...
Katharine: [giggling] The "ghibli"?
Almásy: [smiling] the ghibli, which rolls and rolls and rolls and produces a... a rather strange nervous condition. And then there is the... the harmattan, a red wind, which mariners call the sea of darkness. And red sand from this wind has flown as far as the south coast of England, apparently producing... showers so dense that they were mistaken for blood.
Katharine: Fiction! We have a house on that coast and it has never, never rained blood.
Almásy: No, it's all true. Herodotus, your friend. He writes about it. And he writes about... a, a wind, the simoon, which a nation thought was so evil they declared war on it and marched out against it. In full battle dress. Their swords raised."
- In love, there are no boundaries.
- In memory, love lives forever.
එහෙත්, මම ලියමි;
එය සැබෑ ආදරයක් ය.
The English Patient
The English Patient is a 1996 romantic drama film based on the novel of the same name by Sri Lankan-Canadian writer Michael Ondaatje. The film, written for the screen and directed by Anthony Minghella, won nine Academy Awards, including Best Picture. Ondaatje worked closely with the filmmakers.
Starring : Ralph Fiennes
Kristin Scott Thomas