The mirror has two faces

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A quote by Rose Morgan (Barbara Streisland) from the movie “The Mirror has two faces”

l think l’ve reached the point where you know you’ll never get married.

Married? What’s marriage? A ring, a contract. Fighting, compromising.

lt can be more than that. You know what l envy about people in love?

l’d love it if someone really knew me.

What l like. What l’m afraid of. What kind of toothpaste l use.

 l think that would really be wonderful.

 True love has spiritual dimensions, while romantic love is a lie.

 A myth. A soulless manipulation. And speaking of manipulation …

 lt’s like going to the movies and seeing the lovers kiss …

 The music swells, and we buy it, right?

 So when my date kisses me, and l don’t hear strings, l dump him.

 The question is, why do we buy it?

 Because, myth or manipulation, we all want to fall in love.

 That experience makes us feel completely alive.

 Our everyday reality is shattered, and we are flung into the heavens.

 lt may only last a moment, an hour, but that doesn’t diminish its value.

 We’re left with memories we treasure for the rest of our lives.

 l read, ”When we fall in love, we hear Puccini in our heads.”

 l love that. His music expresses our need for passion and romantic love.

 We listen to La Bóheme or Turandot, or read WutheringHeights, –

 – or watch Casablanca, and a little of that love lives in us too.

  So the final question is: Why do people want to fall in love –

 – when it can have such a short run and be so painful?

 – Propagation of the species? – We need to connect with somebody.

 – Are we culturally preconditioned? – Good, but too intellectual for me.

 l think it’s because, as some of you may already know …

               While it does last, it feels fucking great!

 

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The Mirror

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I have been where you have been

I have seen what you have seen

I have walked the path and lost my way

I have cried all night to the break of day

I have lost everything as my world fell apart

I have had blows to my pride and broken heart

I have held on too long and let go too soon

I have sung in the rain and danced with the moon

I have kissed with passion and dreamt in vain

I have taken the hits and smiled through the pain

I have convinced myself that I am right

I have struggled to survive my longest night

I have loved to the full and a fool it made me

I have wore my heart on my sleeve for all to see

I have taken the blows and sometimes I fell

I have picked myself up so no-one could tell

I have made my own choices and made my own bed

I have gone my own way and never been led

I have lost to my demons and angels too

I know how it feels, because I am you.

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