He lifted me up and held me close against him, my head on his shoulder. At that moment I loved him. In the morning light he was as golden, as soft, as gentle as myself, and he would protect me.
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I was thinking that I should be content to kiss him until the break of day. Bertrand ran out of kisses too soon; desire made them superfluous in his eyes. They were only a stage on the road to pleasure, not something inexhaustible and self-sufficient, as Luc had revealed them to me.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote explores the fleeting nature of desire and intimacy in relationships.
In this excerpt, the speaker reflects on the nature of kisses and intimacy, suggesting that while they may feel abundant in the moment, they are ultimately transient and linked to deeper desires for pleasure and connection. The comparison between two individuals highlights differing views on love and physical affection, where one sees kisses as mere steps toward greater joy, while the other finds them to be an endless source of satisfaction.
Themes
LoveDesireIntimacyPleasureRelationships
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a discussion about the nature of love and desire in romantic relationships.
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