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.
Training is needed in order to love properly; and to be able to give happiness and joy, you must practice DEEP LOOKING directed toward the other person you love. Because if you do not understand this person, you cannot love properly. Understanding is the essence of love. If you cannot understand, you cannot love. That is the message of the Buddha.
Is there a word more passionate than passion? Obsession, total immersion, the feeling that everything else doesn't matter.
It takes courage to love, but pain through love is the purifying fire which those who love generously know. We all know people who are so much afraid of pain that they shut themselves up like clams in a shell and, giving out nothing, receive nothing and therefore shrink until life is a mere living death.
Belief, like love, must be voluntary.
I used to read the myths of love Now I have become the mythical lover
She gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket.
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