Try any goddam thing you like, no matter how boringly normal or outrageous. If it works, fine. If it doesn't, toss it. Toss it even if you love it.
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They say that loving eyes can never see, but that's a fool's axiom. Sometimes, they see too much
Interpretation
Love can lead to a deep awareness and understanding, sometimes even more than one might wish.
In this quote, Stephen King challenges the notion that those in love are blind and cannot perceive the truth around them. Instead, he posits that love can sharpen one's perceptions, making them acutely aware of both the strengths and weaknesses of their beloved, and at times, this heightened awareness can be overwhelming.
In practice
During a heartfelt discussion about relationships, you might reference this quote to illustrate how love enhances understanding.
Try any goddam thing you like, no matter how boringly normal or outrageous. If it works, fine. If it doesn't, toss it. Toss it even if you love it.
Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.
Hairstyles change, and skirt lengths, and slang, but high school administrations? Never.
Description begins in the writer’s imagination, but should finish in the reader’s.
That's the day's business. Thinking. Thinking and isolation, because it doesn't matter if you pass the time of day with someone or not; in the end, you're alone. He seemed to have put in as many miles in his brain as he had with his feet. The thoughts kept coming and there was no way to deny them.
Late last night and the night before, tommyknockers, tommyknockers knocking on my door. I wanna go out, don't know if I can 'cuz I'm so afraid of the tommyknocker man.
What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Well, it's a marvelous night for a Moondance_x000D_ _x000D_ With the stars up above in your eyes..._x000D_ _x000D_ And I'm trying to please to the calling_x000D_ _x000D_ Of your heart-strings that they play soft and low_x000D_ _x000D_ And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush_x000D_ _x000D_ And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush..._x000D_ _x000D_ One more Moondance with you in the moonlight_x000D_ _x000D_ On a magic night
There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child.
The fact is, I need God to help me love God. And if I need His help to love Him, a perfect being, I definitely need His help to love other, fault-filled humans.
Love? Be it man. Be it woman. It must be a wave you want to glide in on, give your body to it, give your laugh to it, give, when the gravelly sand takes you, your tears to the land. To love another is something like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.
He thinks about her, at this moment, in her house, a few thin walls away, packing her life into boxes and bags and he wonders what memories she is rediscovering, what thoughts are catching in her mouth like the dust blown from unused textbooks. He wonders if she has buried any traces of herself under her floorboards. He wonders what those traces would be if she had. And he wonders again why he thinks about her so much when he knows so little to think about.
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