What are you thinking?” She asks. -That you are beautiful. That not everyone could see it. I almost became the kind of person who could not.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the perception of beauty and the struggle of recognizing it in oneself and others.
In this quote, the speaker expresses the thought of beauty in another person and acknowledges that such beauty can often go unnoticed. It reveals an internal conflict where the speaker almost succumbed to a perspective that diminishes appreciation for beauty, highlighting the importance of recognizing and valuing both inner and outer beauty.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech about self-acceptance and recognizing beauty in ourselves and others.
What is faithfulness, anyway? Can you be unfaithful to your own feelings and faithful to someone else? Is it faithful to lie in bed night after night with someone you love but no longer desire while ardently dreaming of someone else?
Sometimes I write from the point of view of characters whom I would dislike as people, not as a perverse exercise, but because this cracks the story open and makes me see it in a way I would not see it naturally.
A sad person who is so involved with his sadness that he mistakes it for reality will have a hard time seeing himself as anything but sad. For him, the sadness is not a feeling that he experiences - it is him.
That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Joy is love exalted; peace is love in response; long-suffering is love enduring; gentleness is love in society; goodness is love in action; faith is love on the battlefield; meekness is love in tough situations; and temperance is love in training.
...The girls chirped and chatted like uncaged warblers. They were delirious with joy... Intoxications of life’s morning! Enchanted years! The wing of a dragonfly trembles! Oh, reader, whoever you may be, do you have such memories? Have you walked in the underbrush, pushing aside branches for the charming head behind you? Have you slid laughing, down some slope wet with rain, with the woman you loved?
But love is blind and lovers cannot see
Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly and wants to rip to shreds all your erroneous notions of the truth that make you fight within yourself, dear one, and with others, causing the world to weep on too many fine days... The Beloved sometimes wants to do us a great favor: Hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.
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