The easiest thing to do on earth is not write.
William GoldmanRead
Enough about my beauty," Buttercup said. "Everybody always talks about how beautiful I am. I've got a mind, Westley. Talk about that.
Interpretation
Beauty is often praised, but intelligence and personality deserve attention too.
In this quote, Buttercup expresses her frustration with being defined solely by her beauty. She demands recognition for her intelligence and personality, highlighting a broader message about valuing deeper qualities beyond mere physical appearance.
In practice
In a speech about self-worth at a women's conference.
The easiest thing to do on earth is not write.
Writing is finally about one thing: going into a room alone and doing it, putting words on paper that have never been there in quite that way before.
Chapter One. The Bride." He held up the book then. "I'm reading it to you for relax." He practically shoved the book in my face. "By S. Morgenstern. Great Florinese writer. The Princess Bride. He too came to America. S. Morgenstern. Dead now in New York. The English is his own. He spoke eight tongues." Here my father put down the book and held up all his fingers. "Eight. Once in Florin City...
Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.
Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.
Everyone had told her, since she became a princess-in-training, that she was very likely the most beautiful woman in the world. Now she was going to be the richest and the most powerful as well. Don't expect too much from life, Buttercup told herself as she rode along. Learn to be satisfied with what you have.
To the ego, loving and wanting are the same, whereas true love has no wanting in it, no desire to possess or for your partner to change.
I may say that B-love, in a profound but testable sense, creates the partner. It gives him a self-image, it gives him self- acceptance, a feeling of love-worthiness, all of which permit him to grow. It is a real question whether the full development of the human being is possible without it.
There are as many loves as there are hearts.
Remember. The way you make love is the way God will be with you.
Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.
He lifted me up and held me close against him, my head on his shoulder. At that moment I loved him. In the morning light he was as golden, as soft, as gentle as myself, and he would protect me.
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