My Top Ten Favorite Lines from Love Songs

In uncharacteristically romantic fashion, I give you:

My Top Ten Favorite Lines from Love Songs

(spoiler alert: some of them are sad)

Nicest Thing by Kate Nash

Basically, I wish that you loved me.

I wish that you needed me.
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars,
Actually I meant three.

I wish that without me your heart would break.
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake.
I wish that without me you couldn't eat.
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.

Soldier by Ingrid Michaelson

I sit in the back of a bus watching the world grow old, 
watching the world go by all by myself

I took a faithful leap and packed up all my things and all my love and gave it to somebody else

But how do I know if I'll make it through? 

How do I know? Where's the proof in you?

So it goes, this soldier knows 
the battle with the heart isn't easily won. 

On the Radio by Regina Spektor

This is how it works

You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again

Romeo and Juliet by Dire Straits

You can fall for chains of silver. 
You can fall for chains of gold. 

You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold. 

You promised me everything. 
You promised me thick and thin yeah.

Now you just say, 
"Oh Romeo. Yeah, you know, I used to have a scene with him."

Kathleen by Josh Ritter

All the other girls here are stars. 

You are the northern lights. 

They try to shine in through your curtain.

You're too close and too bright.

Comfortable by John Mayer

I just remembered that time at the market.

Snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart 
and rode down aisle 5.
You looked behind you to smile back at me 
and crashed into a rack full of magazines.
They asked us if we could leave.

Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Your eyes whispered "Have we met?"
Across the room your silhouette 

starts to make its way to me

The playful conversation starts.     

Counter all your quick remarks 

like passing notes in secrecy. 

And it was enchanting to meet you. 

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you.

Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg

I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you.

Passenger Seat by Stephen Speaks

I have got all that I need right here in the passenger seat.

And I can't keep my eyes on the road knowing that she's inches from me.

Haven’t Met You Yet by Michael Buble

Talk myself in, I talk myself out
I get all worked up, then I let myself down

I tried so very hard not to lose it
I came up with a million excuses
I thought, I thought of every possibility

And I know someday that it'll all turn out
You'll make me work, so we can work to work it out
And I promise you, kid, that I'll give so much more than I get
I just haven't met you yet

A Canal to the Moon

http://history.msu.edu/hst321/course-schedule/section-four-creating-the-third-frontier/the-third-frontier/

Last year during a visit to Austin, Texas to visit Cate and MattMatt, we were listening to This American Life in the car. They were doing a special about the Eerie Canal. At the end, they played the awesomestfunniestmostriduculous song. Please treat yourself to 3 minutes and 30 seconds of happiness. On me. Well, me and mostly This American Life. 

Poor Little Guy

Dear Earthworm,

Thanks for the guilt you inspired as you crawled across the somewhat drying sidewalk this morning. I have a severe aversion to touching bugs (do you technically count as a bug? do you technically crawl?), but the idea of your slow dehydrated death moved me to scoot you back to the earth. Have a nice day not dying on the sidewalk.

Liz

Triathlon

Saturday, I did my first ever triathlon: the SG Tri at Sand Hollow Reservoir. Care for some photos? 

Maybe of us using a two bike rack and a towel to make a three bike rack?

 Or what about a somewhat staged finisher photo?

 Or one of me and the babe? (I love this bike).  

 Or of Kristen, Brooke and I after the race? 

To sum it all up, we'll leave it to some thank you notes.

Dear Open Water Swimming, 

Thanks for the unexpected first date that you and I just had with the backstroke. 

Liz

Dear Man at the Tri,

I thought your timing was amazing today. Kristen and I had just been talking about how amazing backstroking was at helping us not to drown, when you walked by and said, "He was doing the backstroke!" with such horror that we couldn't help laughing. Thanks for the laugh. I'll see you next tri, maybe even freestyling it. 

Liz (first timer)

Dear IT band,

Thanks for being there so silently for the last few years. I've kind of been ignoring you, to tell the truth. I guess you deserved some attention, and that's why you acted up today. I can't really blame you. 

Liz


And in answer to the question I've been asked multiple times: 
Yes. I would love to do it again. 

The Healer's Art

Tonight I was sitting on the couch talking to my roommate, Allison. I was recounting the current complexities of my school/life/biking balance and how I'm trying to find just the right amount of stuff to do to keep me busy. I'm not sure exactly why it came up (maybe because I'm a nurse), but she suggested to me that I read a BYU devotional address by Elaine Marshall, which I've linked here for your reading pleasure. In the talk, she talks about how healing hurts. She quoted this scripture:


"I have heard thy prayer, I have seen thy tears: behold, I will heal thee" (2 Kings 20:5).


Don't you love it? 
If it were a song, this would be my favorite line: 
"I have seen thy tears: behold, I will heal thee."


Can I be like that when I grow up? As someone who's trying to learn the art and science of healing, that's what I aspire to be. And isn't it cool that the Savior already is like that? I'm trying to become what I need to be. Occasionally, I feel frustrated in the process. On rare occasion, I even cry about it. But it's okay because He has seen my tears, and when I've learned what I need to and become what I need to, He will make it all okay, and that, is awesome.

Things I Love Lately

Dear Profusely Bleeding Toe,
Thanks for not producing pain in proportion to your blood loss. That was a welcome surprise when I looked down to see you gushing.*
Liz


No Really, Google,
I couldn't do it without you. Thanks.
Liz


Dear Going to Bed In The Tens,
You are so rare that when you occur, I could maybe die* of happiness. That or sleep for eight hours straight (which is basically the same thing).
Liz


Dear Fox,
Thanks for being such an amazing word. When Aunt Connie called me one at that wedding, I got to thinking about what a great word you really are. You and your close cousin: vixen.
Liz


Dear Sundays,
I love you. I love the peace, the quiet, the calm. Thanks.
Liz


Dear Anyone Who Ever Calls Me Skinny,
Thanks. It's my favorite word.
Liz


Dear ER,
Thanks for being a place I can tell people I'm leaving at the end of the day. They always think I'm injured and/or dying, but really, I'm just done with clinical.
Liz


*slight (or severe) exaggeration may be noted

Saving Lives

This is why I love what I do.