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And enough for me that when my hand touched your shoulder, you leaned on me; and when you felt me slip away, you called my name.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote expresses the deep emotional connection and support in a relationship.
In this quote, Orson Scott Card conveys the profound bond between individuals in a relationship, emphasizing how physical touch and emotional presence create a sense of security and reliance. The act of leaning on someone signifies trust and comfort, while calling out for someone reflects the fear of loss and the desire for connection, illustrating the importance of both support and awareness in love.
Themes
LoveConnectionSupportTrustEmotional Bond
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be shared at a wedding to emphasize the importance of support in a marriage.
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