"Phantom Pains; its when ghosts beat you in your sleep."
Today was a friday, so a content Danielle is what you'd be most likely to see. Despite the many tests (that i didn't study for) were scheduled to air today, i think i did alright. And we got to watch "March of the Penguins" in french, and thats a good way to end the first half of the day.
I like sunshine.
But i also love the look of the snow covered lawns and gray skies that lie outside of the catwalk during the day, when i manage the opportunity to be alone. Sometimes it starts to flurrie, making it loyally look like a snow globe. Its genuinley captivating. & though i can't help the feeling that the snow is teasing me while it does this, it sometimes makes me question what I am doing wasting away in school while there is so much more i could be undertaking. But i'd fancy there is a true reason behind where i am at certain points in my life, & that i am where i'm supposed to be for that moment.
i like being in school during those moments.
anyways,
while taking my daily does of A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway, I came across this quote that i liked enough to copy into my agenda.
He looked at me and smiled.
"You do not love him at all?" he asked.
"I am afraid of him in the night sometimes."
"You should love him."
"I don't love much."
"Yes," he said, "You do. What you tell me about in the nights. That is not love. That is only passion and lust. When you love, you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve."
It makes perfect sense to me. Think of someone that you think you 'love'. Now picture that person has just gone through a complete body change, for the worst. They look completley different, and not in a good way. Its the same personality, but a completley different figure/body/face. Would you still love them? Do you even really love them in the first place?
and let's be completley honest with ourselves when we answer.
but then again, i'm still having trouble figuring the difference between love and lust.
Tell me:what is love to you?
I like sunshine.
But i also love the look of the snow covered lawns and gray skies that lie outside of the catwalk during the day, when i manage the opportunity to be alone. Sometimes it starts to flurrie, making it loyally look like a snow globe. Its genuinley captivating. & though i can't help the feeling that the snow is teasing me while it does this, it sometimes makes me question what I am doing wasting away in school while there is so much more i could be undertaking. But i'd fancy there is a true reason behind where i am at certain points in my life, & that i am where i'm supposed to be for that moment.
i like being in school during those moments.
anyways,
while taking my daily does of A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway, I came across this quote that i liked enough to copy into my agenda.
He looked at me and smiled.
"You do not love him at all?" he asked.
"I am afraid of him in the night sometimes."
"You should love him."
"I don't love much."
"Yes," he said, "You do. What you tell me about in the nights. That is not love. That is only passion and lust. When you love, you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve."
It makes perfect sense to me. Think of someone that you think you 'love'. Now picture that person has just gone through a complete body change, for the worst. They look completley different, and not in a good way. Its the same personality, but a completley different figure/body/face. Would you still love them? Do you even really love them in the first place?
and let's be completley honest with ourselves when we answer.
but then again, i'm still having trouble figuring the difference between love and lust.
Tell me:what is love to you?