Ever randomly burst into tears and not know why? Nothing sad has happened in the last 30 seconds! You're not even thinking about sad stuff! What is wrong with you?!
This has happened to me quite a few times lately. Most notably, while revisiting some paborito pelikula from my childhood. I pulled 'em out of the shed, dusted of the thin cardboard and clamshell VHS cases, and tried to remember how to work a VCR. (Stop picturing me in a rocking chair wearing a cardigan. And get off my lawn.) During several of these pelikula that I watched hundreds of times in the early '90s, something strange happened. My throat felt tight. I began raging a battle against my own face, fighting the sudden onset of some strange liquid trying to force its way out of my eyes. What the hell is happening?! It's the opening credits, for cryin' out loud!
Fast pasulong to why this is in the Books to Read spot and not the Dasm Has Issues spot. (Please do not actually create this spot.) In my quest for old stuff that reminds me of being a kid, I read Mary O'Hara's Flicka trilogy. (My Friend Flicka is fairly popular, but the susunod two novels, Thunderhead and Green damo of Wyoming, seem to have fallen into obscurity.) After years of hunting, I finally got my hands on an affordable copy of Green damo of Wyoming. Now, to be clear, all of these books made me cry, but I always knew why. Animal pain. paborito character pain. Animal death. (I don't wanna talk about it.) But when I finally started Green damo of Wyoming, a book I'd been hungering for since I found out it existed, I cried. First page. Nothing had even happened yet. And I couldn't figure out why.
Here we have it, the reason for this article: There is a passage in Green damo of Wyoming that explains the sudden onset of happy tears. I read it. I cried. I thought about it for a while. I read it again. And so on and so forth and what-have-you.
The passage is in the words of Nell McLaughlin, the wife of a rancher and mother of three, who is in the hospital resting after having a mental breakdown during an animal attack. (That was a whole different kind of crying on my part. Nell is one of my paborito characters ever. Her pain is my pain.) The McLaughlin's oldest son, Howard, has just left Wyoming for military school on the east coast. He had asked his mother a few days earlier for some life payo to get him through the two long years away from his family, but being hospitalized, Nell was unable to see him before he left. She wrote him a letter from the hospital the araw he boarded the train. The letter is a long one, and mostly about God. I'm not particularly into that sort of thing, and her speech about pag-ibig circles back around to it, but I don't think Miss O'Hara would mind too much if I took something different away from it. This passage is one of the most wonderful things I've ever read, and I had to share part of Nell's letter about love:
"So the upshot is that I have done a great deal of thinking about it myself, trying to figure out how that beautiful flame can be lit within the human heart. I have traced love, any kind of love, back to its beginnings, or tried to, and it seems to me I have found out a good deal about it.
To begin with--just one madami word about the way pag-ibig bestows happiness. When you come to think of it, there is nothing that bestows happiness except love. pag-ibig is implicit in all praise, in admiration. You know how, in yourself, when you see some glorious thing, a sunset, or a beautiful face, or some of those exquisite scenes of nature that you now and then come upon, a great tide or praise, pag-ibig and happiness rises in your puso until it seems that it will burst, and tears push up behind your eyes! Or perhaps it is the grandeur of a symphony. Or perhaps it is great courage or a noble, unselfish deed--and again that bursting pag-ibig fills the heart. This can be traced down to the smallest thing. Imagine a young girl, about to go to her coming-out party. She sees her dress lying on the bed, clasps her hands (a classic attitude of praise and love!) and stands there in a trance of happiness. Or, a gathering of friends. Analyze your warm, happy feeling. You may call it good cheer, geniality, hospitality. These are other names for love.
And so I say that it is pag-ibig that gives us all our happiness, and if only we could find some way to kindle it to a great flame in ourselves, which would never wane or die, and for some One who could never disappoint or abandon us, we could ask nothing more. We would be just bursting with happiness all the time.
The great happiness is what the Saints have, and is why they are Saints. This happiness is what the mystics have.
So now, back to our paghahanap - how to get it?
Well then, look at love. Wherever you see it (and you see it nearly everywhere) trace it back to its beginnings. What started it?"
Page 236-237
Green damo of Wyoming sa pamamagitan ng Mary O'Hara
1946
Dell Publishing Co., Inc
Tenth Printing, July 1980.
So that's it. Happy tears are just an outpouring of love; a pag-ibig that we feel so deeply, we can't possibly keep it on the inside.
Maybe my cold, black puso isn't so cold and black after all. I still cry at happy things, but it doesn't seem so annoying now that I know why. It seems obvious now, but "I just pag-ibig it, okay?!" didn't seem like a reasonable explanation before pagbaba it in Mary O'Hara's words. And now, whenever I get all teary, whether it's at an old movie, a picture, a book, a news artikulo about people doing good things - instead of angrily berating myself for being an overly-emotional crazy person, I try to trace it back and figure out why it makes me so happy. Feeling things is much madami enjoyable that way.
Kristen kampanilya experiences happy-crying in her famous link. She really loves sloths, okay?!
This has happened to me quite a few times lately. Most notably, while revisiting some paborito pelikula from my childhood. I pulled 'em out of the shed, dusted of the thin cardboard and clamshell VHS cases, and tried to remember how to work a VCR. (Stop picturing me in a rocking chair wearing a cardigan. And get off my lawn.) During several of these pelikula that I watched hundreds of times in the early '90s, something strange happened. My throat felt tight. I began raging a battle against my own face, fighting the sudden onset of some strange liquid trying to force its way out of my eyes. What the hell is happening?! It's the opening credits, for cryin' out loud!
Fast pasulong to why this is in the Books to Read spot and not the Dasm Has Issues spot. (Please do not actually create this spot.) In my quest for old stuff that reminds me of being a kid, I read Mary O'Hara's Flicka trilogy. (My Friend Flicka is fairly popular, but the susunod two novels, Thunderhead and Green damo of Wyoming, seem to have fallen into obscurity.) After years of hunting, I finally got my hands on an affordable copy of Green damo of Wyoming. Now, to be clear, all of these books made me cry, but I always knew why. Animal pain. paborito character pain. Animal death. (I don't wanna talk about it.) But when I finally started Green damo of Wyoming, a book I'd been hungering for since I found out it existed, I cried. First page. Nothing had even happened yet. And I couldn't figure out why.
Here we have it, the reason for this article: There is a passage in Green damo of Wyoming that explains the sudden onset of happy tears. I read it. I cried. I thought about it for a while. I read it again. And so on and so forth and what-have-you.
The passage is in the words of Nell McLaughlin, the wife of a rancher and mother of three, who is in the hospital resting after having a mental breakdown during an animal attack. (That was a whole different kind of crying on my part. Nell is one of my paborito characters ever. Her pain is my pain.) The McLaughlin's oldest son, Howard, has just left Wyoming for military school on the east coast. He had asked his mother a few days earlier for some life payo to get him through the two long years away from his family, but being hospitalized, Nell was unable to see him before he left. She wrote him a letter from the hospital the araw he boarded the train. The letter is a long one, and mostly about God. I'm not particularly into that sort of thing, and her speech about pag-ibig circles back around to it, but I don't think Miss O'Hara would mind too much if I took something different away from it. This passage is one of the most wonderful things I've ever read, and I had to share part of Nell's letter about love:
"So the upshot is that I have done a great deal of thinking about it myself, trying to figure out how that beautiful flame can be lit within the human heart. I have traced love, any kind of love, back to its beginnings, or tried to, and it seems to me I have found out a good deal about it.
To begin with--just one madami word about the way pag-ibig bestows happiness. When you come to think of it, there is nothing that bestows happiness except love. pag-ibig is implicit in all praise, in admiration. You know how, in yourself, when you see some glorious thing, a sunset, or a beautiful face, or some of those exquisite scenes of nature that you now and then come upon, a great tide or praise, pag-ibig and happiness rises in your puso until it seems that it will burst, and tears push up behind your eyes! Or perhaps it is the grandeur of a symphony. Or perhaps it is great courage or a noble, unselfish deed--and again that bursting pag-ibig fills the heart. This can be traced down to the smallest thing. Imagine a young girl, about to go to her coming-out party. She sees her dress lying on the bed, clasps her hands (a classic attitude of praise and love!) and stands there in a trance of happiness. Or, a gathering of friends. Analyze your warm, happy feeling. You may call it good cheer, geniality, hospitality. These are other names for love.
And so I say that it is pag-ibig that gives us all our happiness, and if only we could find some way to kindle it to a great flame in ourselves, which would never wane or die, and for some One who could never disappoint or abandon us, we could ask nothing more. We would be just bursting with happiness all the time.
The great happiness is what the Saints have, and is why they are Saints. This happiness is what the mystics have.
So now, back to our paghahanap - how to get it?
Well then, look at love. Wherever you see it (and you see it nearly everywhere) trace it back to its beginnings. What started it?"
Page 236-237
Green damo of Wyoming sa pamamagitan ng Mary O'Hara
1946
Dell Publishing Co., Inc
Tenth Printing, July 1980.
So that's it. Happy tears are just an outpouring of love; a pag-ibig that we feel so deeply, we can't possibly keep it on the inside.
Maybe my cold, black puso isn't so cold and black after all. I still cry at happy things, but it doesn't seem so annoying now that I know why. It seems obvious now, but "I just pag-ibig it, okay?!" didn't seem like a reasonable explanation before pagbaba it in Mary O'Hara's words. And now, whenever I get all teary, whether it's at an old movie, a picture, a book, a news artikulo about people doing good things - instead of angrily berating myself for being an overly-emotional crazy person, I try to trace it back and figure out why it makes me so happy. Feeling things is much madami enjoyable that way.
Kristen kampanilya experiences happy-crying in her famous link. She really loves sloths, okay?!
This novel of awesome beauty and power is a moving saga about people, relationships, and the boundaries of love.
Through Jean M. Auel’s magnificent storytelling we are taken back to the dawn of modern humans, and with a girl named Ayla we are swept up in the harsh and beautiful Ice Age world they shared with the ones who called themselves The Clan of the Cave Bear.
Besides the book there was a movie in the 80's starring Daryl Hanna (Kill bill).
Totally Amazing!! Every Woman Should read it!!
The Story
While pagbaba the novel, I did not quite understand the story and it was not until the segundo half of the story that I managed to understand. It telling us to follow our dreams if a person desires for it!
The Characters
Santiago (or the Boy in this story) is a very likable character because he manage to understand what the Alchemist is telling despite being relatively young, he is my favourite character out of the novel!
The other characters like the Englishman and just to name a few are very ambiguous, if you ask me.
Is It Worth Reading?
Yes, I highly recommend this book for those who have not read it yet!
J.K. Rowlings world of harry potter is fantstic!!! She took everything we know about pantasiya Pagsulat and bended it into a oposite realitiy called harry potter. We all know stories of werwolves, but professer lupin, a teacher at Hogwarts, is a freindly one with a background of mystery. J.K. Rowling made it clear that he is a character to like. All of her characters are eteremly likeable, even the vilanous lucsious malfoy. With seven books in all for the harry potter series, each one better than the last, we all wish she would continue the story of frendship, hardship, and pantasiya that is harry potter. pagbaba the series is a must. No mater how many times you have read the series, ejoyment comes with each encounter. READ HARRY POTTER!!!
JETT
sa pamamagitan ng KRISTEN BIERS
My name's Lisa.I'm 17.My mom died two years nakaraan from cancer and my dad's somewhere in the world of wonders.
I ran away from tahanan three months after my mom pasted.My dad changed after his wife died.He got madami violent and wasn't as friendly.I grew tired of his crap.So my simple solution was to run away.Be free.
I found a house in the woods of Colorado and decided to call it mine.It was all boarded up.But i fixed it up with the money I took before I left.
Of course the money wouldn't last forever so i got a job at the closest SPCA.A job that i wouldn't have to go to college to have.Walking the dogs.I figured that would pay enough,at least for now.
Then my adventure started.An adventure so big to last ones life.The one who changed my view of life.
Jett.
sa pamamagitan ng KRISTEN BIERS
My name's Lisa.I'm 17.My mom died two years nakaraan from cancer and my dad's somewhere in the world of wonders.
I ran away from tahanan three months after my mom pasted.My dad changed after his wife died.He got madami violent and wasn't as friendly.I grew tired of his crap.So my simple solution was to run away.Be free.
I found a house in the woods of Colorado and decided to call it mine.It was all boarded up.But i fixed it up with the money I took before I left.
Of course the money wouldn't last forever so i got a job at the closest SPCA.A job that i wouldn't have to go to college to have.Walking the dogs.I figured that would pay enough,at least for now.
Then my adventure started.An adventure so big to last ones life.The one who changed my view of life.
Jett.