I absolutely love falling in love. A well known fact about me is that I fall in love several times a day. In fact, I fell in love in the hallway of Gamble Hall today. Dr. Winterhalter and I were talking outside of her office and a young man, who had to be a member of the tennis team, walked by and both of us fell in love.
He was beautiful, and not just my standard of beautiful, anyone would have fallen for him.
As much as I try to believe that I do not need a man in my life, I am terrified by the thought of never feeling truly, rapturously in love again. One of my favorite books is The Portrait of a Lady by Henry James. It is tragic in some ways, but I want the kind of declaration love that Ralph gives Isabel on his death bed:
"And remember this . . . That if you've been hated you've also been loved. Ah but, Isabel - adored!"
It sounds so true, so real of Ralph; to balance the good with the bad. We are, in life, both loved and hated; adored and disdained. I have spent so much of my time reading great love stories that I worry my expectations may be too high. I hope not. What do you think of the love of the romantic movie or novel? Can anyone live up to that? Or even come close?
2 comments:
I don't think anyone can live up to the love of the movies or novels. However, I do think, throughout our lives, we are given snipets of romance like novels or movies. No one can be romantic all the time: that is only to be found in books and movies, but I do think some of it seeps into our daily lives, and I'm thankful for that.
I don't think I could have said it better. I agree with Kirsten
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