I hate this phase! I'm so morbidly amused by all these crazy quotes:
"You can’t make someone love you, all you can do is be someone who can be loved, the rest is up to the person to realize your worth."
Now, here's a really freaky poem. Thanks, Ceres, for this!
Circe's Power
by Louise Glück
I never turned anyone into a pig.
Some people are pigs; I make them
look like pigs.
I'm sick of your world
that lets the outside disguise the inside. Your men weren't bad men;
undisciplined life
did that to them. As pigs,
under the care of
me and my ladies, they
sweetened right up.
Then I reversed the spell, showing you my goodness
as well as my power. I saw
we could be happy here,
as men and women are
when their needs are simple. In the same breath,
I foresaw your departure,
your men with my help braving
the crying and pounding sea. You think
a few tears upset me? My friend,
every sorceress is
a pragmatist at heart; nobody sees essence who can't
face limitation. If I wanted only to hold you
I could hold you prisoner.
I don't care about the other lines, I only care for the last line. "If I wanted only to hold you, I could hold you prisoner." Wish this was true for me.
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