Grey's Anatomy

It's all about lines:
The finishing line is the end of the residency
waiting in lines for a chance at the operating table
and then there's the most important line the line separating you from the people you work with
It doesn't help to get too familiar to make friends,you need boundaries, between you and the rest of the world.other people are far too messy
It's all about lines: drawing lines in the sand and pray like hell no one crosses them
End: But there're some lines..
that're way too dangerous to cross..
Here's what I know
If you are willing to take the chance that the view from other side is spectacular

 

I wish there were a rule book about intimacy some kind of guide that can tell you when you cross the line

It would be nice if you could see it coming
And I don't know how it fit on the map
You take it, where you can get it
And keep it, as long as you can
And as for rules, maybe there're none
Maybe the rules of intimacy are something you have to define yourself

 

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."

 

You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales?
That fantasy of what your life would be -- white dress, prince charming, who'd carry you away to a castle on a hill.
You'd lie in bed at night and close your eyes, and you had complete and utter faith.
Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, prince charming -- they were so close, you could taste them.
But eventually you grow up.
One day you open your eyes, and the fairy tale disappears.
Most people turn to the things and people they can trust.
But the thing is, it's hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely.
Cause almost everyone still has that smallest bit of hope -- of faith -- that one day they'll open their eyes and it will all come true.

 

The thing people forget is how good it can feel when you finally set secrets free.
Whether good or bad, at least they're out in the open...
like it or not.
And once your secrets are out in the open, you don't have to hide behind them anymore.
The problem with secrets is even when you think you're in control......You're not.

 

They say "practice makes perfect."
Theory is, the more you think like a surgeon, the more you become one...
the better you get at remaining neutral, clinical
cut, suture, close...
and the harder it becomes to learn to turn it off...
to stop thinking like a surgeon...
And remember what it means to think like a human being.

There's something to be said
about a glass half full...
about knowing when to say when.
i think it's a floating line,
a barometer of need and desire.
it's entirely up to the individual...
and depends on what's being poured.
sometimes...
all we want is a taste.
other times,
there's no such thing as enough.
The glass is bottomless.
And all we want
is more.

Sometimes, reality has a way of sneaking up
and sting 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.
Denial... it's not just a river in Egypt.
It's a freaking ocean.

Pain--you just have to ride it out,
hope it goes away on its own,
hope the wound that caused it heals.
So...here's where we are.
There are no solutions,no easy answers.
You just breathe deepand wait for it to subside.
But sometimes,the pain gets you when you least expect it...
Hits way below the belt and doesn't let up.
So...
Pain—
you just have to fight through because the truth is,
you can't outrun it and life always makes more.

The fantasy is simple
Pleasure is good
But the reality is different
The reality is that pain is there to tell us something
But there are still so much pleasure we can take without getting a stomachache
And maybe that’s ok
Maybe some fantasy just lie in the dreams

First, do no harm
Easier said than done
We can take all the vows in the world
But the fact is
Most of us do harm all the time
Sometimes even when we’re trying to help
We do more harm than good
And the guilt rears and the ugly had
What you do to that guilt is up to you
All the left is choice
Either let the guilt throw you back into the behavior that got you into trouble in the first place
Or learn from the guilt and do your best to move on

There are times even when the best of us has trouble with commitments
And we may be surprised by the commitments we are willing to
let slip out of our grabs
Commitments are complicated
We may surprise ourselves we are willing to make
Too commitments take efforts and sacrifice
Which is why sometimes
We have to learn the hard way to choose our commitments very carefully

Not all the wounds are superfacial
Most wounds are deeper than we imagine
You can’t see them with the naked eye
And then there are wounds that take us by surprise
The trick with any kind of wound or disease is to dig down and find the real source of injury
And once you find it, try like Hel to heal that suffer

Be somewhere, betray is inevitable,
When our body betrays us
Surgery is also the key to recovery
When we betray each other
The past recovery is less clear
And there are some wounds, some betray they are so deep, so profound
But there is no way to repair what we were lost

 

At the end of the day, when it comes down to it
All we really want is to be close to somebody
So this thing’s we all keep our distance
And pretend not to care about each other
It’s usually a loud of fool
So we pick and choose who we want to be close to
And once we chose those people
We tend to be close by
No matter how much we hurt them
The people still with you at the end of the day
Those are the ones worth keeping
And sometimes, close can’t be too close
But sometimes, that invasion of someone’s personal space
It could be exactly what you need

 

We all think we are going to be great
And we feel a little bit robed when our expectations are met
But sometimes, our expectations sound short
Sometimes, the expected simply pales in comparison to the unexpected
You got wonder why we clean to our expectations
Because the expected is just keeps us standing, standing, still
The expected is just the beginning
The unexpected is what changes our lives.

 

We take our miracles where we find them
We reach across the gap
And sometimes
Against all ares
Against all logic
We touch

 

What’s worse
New wounds which are so horribly painful
Or old wounds that should have healed the years ago but never did
Maybe our old wounds teach us something
They remind us where we’ve been
And what we overcome
They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future
That’s we like to think
But that’s not the way it is, is it?
Something we need just have to learn over and over and over again

 

Some people believe that, without history, our lives amount to nothing
At some point, we all have to choose
Do we fall back what we know?
Or, do we step forward to something new?
It’s hard not to be hunted by our past
Our history is what shapes us, what guides us
Our history resurfaces time after time after time
So we have to remember
Sometimes the most important history,
is the history we are making today

Too often, the thing you want most is the one thing you can’t have
Desire leaves us heart-broken
It wears us out
Desire can rack your life
But is tough as wanting something can be
The people who suffered most
Are those who don’t know what they want

At some point, maybe we accept the dream has become a nightmare
We tell ourselves the reality is better
We convince ourselves it’s better than we never dream at all
But the strongest of us, the most determined of us
We hold on to the dream
Or we find ourselves face to the fresh dream we never considered
We awake to find ourselves against all along, feeling hopeful
And if we are lucky, we realize

And the face of everything, and the face of life
The true dream, is being able to dream at all