"I am determined that only the deepest love can induce me into matrimony"~Elizabeth Bennett Pride and Prejudice
I love thriller, action movies. I love the feeling of excitement in the pit of my stomach when it gets to a particularly intense part of the movie. I love the thrill of being scared.
But I am a girl.
And unfortunately, I cannot get away from my inner Jane Austen. As much as I try to deny it, a secret part of my heart longs for a good love story. But do not be deceived-I cannot stand Hollywood's version of love. The popcorn romances that end with the lovers kissing on the street in the middle of traffic while onlookers gawk and cheer. This is not real love. This is cheese. Of the velveeta sorts.
But give me a timeless love story-where the protaganists are flawed, and the circumstances are impossible-and I surrender to the sappier side of myself that basks in it. Give me the love story where the man actually stays through the storms that life throws at him. Give me the love story where every circumstance pushes them farther away and yet they still fight to be togther. The characters are human, they make mistakes. Sometimes they are broken. But they work through every obstacle and they are stronger for it.
Sometimes I say that I don't care about getting married. If it happens, then it happens. However, this is what single people say to make them feel better about their single status in life. I want to say that I can live either way, single or otherwise. But this would be untrue. If I were honest with myself I want real love. I want to be held and loved, and I want to take care of someone. I want to be someone's life long partner. I want to grow old and sit on the back porch with my husband and talk about life. I want to receive daisies and drink hot tea with someone.
I want
true
real
lasting
Jane Austen inspired love.
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Love movies worth watching:
Pride Prejudice
Slumdog Millionaire
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Sense and Sensibility
"I love you...most ardently"~Mr. Darcy
"Will you still love me when my skin is old and saggy?" --Daisy
"Will you still love me when I have acne, wet the bed and am afraid of what's under the stairs?"--Benjamin
"I have come with no expectations, only to express, now I am able, that my heart is, and always will be .... yours."
Clementine: You know me, I'm impulsive.
Joel: That's what I love about you.
Joel: I can't see anything that I don't like about you.
Clementine: But you will! But you will. You know, you will think of things. And I'll get bored with you and feel trapped because that's what happens with me.
Joel: Okay.
Clementine: [pauses] Okay.
(one more from Eternal Sunshine)
Clementine: Joely?
Joel: Yeah Tangerine?
Clementine: Am I ugly?
Joel: Uh-uh.
Clementine: When I was a kid, I thought I was. I can't believe I'm crying already. Sometimes I think people don't understand how lonely it is to be a kid, like you don't matter. So, I'm eight, and I have these toys, these dolls. My favorite is this ugly girl doll who I call Clementine, and I keep yelling at her, "You can't be ugly! Be pretty!" It's weird, like if I can transform her, I would magically change, too.
Joel: [kisses Clementine] You're pretty.
Clementine: Joely, don't ever leave me.
Joel: You're pretty... you're pretty... pretty...
" You must know... surely, you must know it was all for you...I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on."~Mr. Darcy
Friday, March 6, 2009
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2 comments:
If you want any idea of the type of girl I am, just know that I have a tiny tree frog. His name is Mr. Darcy.
I always cry watching Austen. Always. Even when I know what's going to happen.
Maybe that's why your blog made me cry.
Or the fact that I'm hormonal.
Whatever.
I love you for being such a girl. It means it ok for me to be a girl too. :-)
Wow. That's all I can say. This post truly speak to the heart of what so many girls are unwilling to say. thanks for writing it. you did a fantastic job
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