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A departure for a moment form my own angst-ridden life...

GREY'S ANATOMY.

The ONLY show i've watched consistently this entire season. And last night, I watched all three hours of the rapturous, heart-wrenching season finale. In honor of this, a selection of killer quotes from last night, followed by my favorite bits from the series.

oh , and the song(sendspace link). because as soon as i heard the first notes, i could feel my heart disintegrate. i know... as if it really needed any additional meaning assigned to it, lol. well, what can you do? such is my life.

The point is we can't help who we fall in love with.

I just can't tell you want you wanna hear. Which seems to be a theme in my life right now. Just because you can't say something doesn't mean you don't want to. You can want to very much. You can be with a person and be happy with them and not love them. And you can love somebody and not want to be with them. You don't need to love someone to want them. Now that's frustrating, when what your brain tells you you want and what you actually want don't match up. It's exhausting. And, well, its complicated. But that's life. And life... sucks.

Stop saying you're sorry! You wanna know something? I knew. I knew you didn't feel that way about me, even during... when we were in bed I knew. I knew and I still let it happen, because, um... well, I figured one night with you was better than never. So, will you just stop saying that you're sorry? 'Cause you didn't know any better, but I did. And I still let it happen. I'm sorry.

What I choose... is you. You're who I want to wake up with and go to bed with and do everything in between with.

Human beings need a lot of things to feel alive... Family, Love, Sex. But we only need one thing to actually be alive. We need a beating heart. When our heart is threatened,
we respond in one of two ways. We either run or we attack. There's a scientific term for this, "Fight...or flight." It's instinct, we can't control it. Or can we?


Right then. brilliant, apropos... exactly what i've come to expect from this series.
Now for my own personal "best of" selection:

We're adults. When did that happen? And how do we make it stop?

Intimacy is a four syllable word for, "Here's my heart and soul, please grind them into hamburger, and enjoy." It's both desired, and feared. Difficult to live with, and impossible to live without. There are some things you can't escape. And other things you just don't want to know... I wish there were a rulebook for intimacy. Some kind of guide to tell you when you've crossed the line. It would be nice if you could see it coming, and I don't know how you fit it on a map. You take it where you can get it, and keep it as long as you can. And as for rules, maybe there are none. Maybe the rules of intimacy are something you have to define for yourself.

At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That's how we're made. So, you can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines... that are way too dangerous to cross.

Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass. And when the dam bursts, all you can do is swim. The world of pretend is a cage, not a cocoon. We can only lie to ourselves for so long. We are tired, we are scared, denying it doesn't change the truth. Sooner or later we have to put aside our denial and face the world. Head on, guns blazing. De Nile. It's not just a river in Egypt, it's a freakin' ocean. So how do you keep from drowning in it?

Okay, here it is, your choice... it's simple, her or me, and I'm sure she is really great. But, I love you. In a really, really big, pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me.

Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.


yeah. it's good like that.

you're kind of wishing you watched this show more often now aren't you? In any event, there weret wo more quotes i picked, but i'm going to use each of them as a spring board for an actual post, so i'm holding them back for the moment. If you're rabid for more, this site has all the deliciously wicked Grey's Quotes you can handle.

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thewicked3000
May. 16th, 2006 08:28 pm (UTC)
::sigh::

I can't wait to watch the first season.
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