Saturday, December 16, 2006
From my AP English book
Dear heart,
"You think because he doesn't love you that you are worthless.
You think because he doesn't want you anymore that he's right- that his judgement and opinion of you are correct.
If he throws you out, then you are garbage.
You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to him.
Don't.
It's a bad word, 'belong.' Especially when you put it with someone you love.
Love shouldn't be like that.
You can't own a human being.
You can't lose what you don't own.
Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you?
You really want someone like that?
Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door?
You don't, do you? And neither does he.
You're turning your whole life to him, Your whole life, girl.
And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him?
He can't value you more than you value yourself."
-Guitar talking to Hagar
Pretty Woman. Who wanted to kill for love, die for love. The pride, the conceit of these doormat women amazed him. They were always women who had been spoiled children. Whose whims had been taken seriously by adults and who grew up to b e the stingiest, greediest people on earth and out of their stinginess grew their stingy little love that ate everything in sight. They could not believe or accept the fact that they were unloved; they believed the world itself was off balance when it appeared as though they were not loved. Why did they think they were so loveable? Why did they think their brand of love was better than, or even as good as, anybody else's? But they did. And they loved their love so much they would kill anybody who got in its way.
Ch. 13, pg 306. Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison.
"You think because he doesn't love you that you are worthless.
You think because he doesn't want you anymore that he's right- that his judgement and opinion of you are correct.
If he throws you out, then you are garbage.
You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to him.
Don't.
It's a bad word, 'belong.' Especially when you put it with someone you love.
Love shouldn't be like that.
You can't own a human being.
You can't lose what you don't own.
Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you?
You really want someone like that?
Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door?
You don't, do you? And neither does he.
You're turning your whole life to him, Your whole life, girl.
And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him?
He can't value you more than you value yourself."
-Guitar talking to Hagar
Pretty Woman. Who wanted to kill for love, die for love. The pride, the conceit of these doormat women amazed him. They were always women who had been spoiled children. Whose whims had been taken seriously by adults and who grew up to b e the stingiest, greediest people on earth and out of their stinginess grew their stingy little love that ate everything in sight. They could not believe or accept the fact that they were unloved; they believed the world itself was off balance when it appeared as though they were not loved. Why did they think they were so loveable? Why did they think their brand of love was better than, or even as good as, anybody else's? But they did. And they loved their love so much they would kill anybody who got in its way.
Ch. 13, pg 306. Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison.
this heart of mine was broken at 11:54:00 AM
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