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" Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back
when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to
your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for
the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the
world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his
friends, who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. One who
is constantly
reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, thats her... Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves. True love never dies, even if you have found a new love, the sweet memory of the past will continue to hunt you for the rest of your life. Love - a wildly misunderstood although highly desirable malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker. To hide a passion totally (or even to hide, more simply, its excess) is inconceivable: not because the human subject is too weak, but because passion is in essence made to be seen: the hiding must be seen: I want you to know that I am hiding something from you, that is the active paradox I must resolve: at one and the same time it must be known and not known: I want you to know that I don't want to show my feelings: that is the message I address to the other. |
.The worthiest
man to be known, and for a pattern to be presented to the
world, he is the man of whom we have most certain knowledge. He hath
been declared and enlightened by the most clear-seeing men that ever
were; the testimonies we have of him are in faithfulness and
sufficiency most admirable
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become 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 promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two. I always tried to make clear that basketball is not the ultimate. It is
of small importance in comparison to the total life we live. There is
only one kind of life that truly wins, and that is the one that places
faith in the hands of the Savior. Until that is done, we are on an
aimless course that runs in circles and goes nowhere.
Few people have ever seriously wished to be exclusively rational. The good life which most desire is a life warmed by passions and touched with that ceremonial grace which is impossible without some affectionate loyalty to traditional form and ceremonies. There is no greatness without a passion to be great, whether it's the aspiration of an athlete or an artist, a scientist, a parent, or a businessperson.. |
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