Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
Oscar WildeRead
When our eyes met, I felt that I was growing pale. A curious sensation of terror came over me. I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.
Interpretation
The quote expresses the intense and consuming nature of attraction and inspiration that can arise from a deep connection with someone.
In this quote, Oscar Wilde reflects on a powerful moment when he locked eyes with another person, experiencing a simultaneous attraction and fear. This duality highlights the overwhelming impact that a captivating personality can have, suggesting that such a connection can dominate and transform one's life and creative expression. It underscores the theme of how love and fascination can intertwine, evoking both admiration and a sense of vulnerability.
In practice
In a romantic speech to express deep feelings towards someone special.
Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
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Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.
A truth ceases to be true when more than one person believes in it.
His morality is all sympathy, just what morality should be
He takes her in his arms He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you But he thinks this is a lie, so he says in the end You're dead, nothing can hurt you which seems to him a more promising beginning, more true.
A lot of times I've reached my hand out to people in the gay community that just didn't have nobody to help them when they were down and out.
The Law of Wonder rules my life at last, _x000D_ ...I burn each second of my life to Love _x000D_ Each second of my life burns out in Love _x000D_ In each leaping second Love lives afresh.
Listening to the doves in Alfred, Georgia, and having neither the right nor the permission to enjoy it because in that place mist, doves, sunlight, copper dirt, moon-everything belonged to the men who had the guns. . . . So you protected yourself and loved small. . . . A woman, a child, a brother-a big love like that would split you wide open in Alfred, Georgia. . . . To get to a place where you could love anything you chose-not to need permission for desire-well now, that was freedom
So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.
She is coming, my own, my sweet;_x000D_ _x000D_ Were it ever so airy a tread,_x000D_ _x000D_ My heart would hear her and beat,_x000D_ _x000D_ Were it earth in an earthly bed;_x000D_ _x000D_ My dust would hear her and beat,_x000D_ _x000D_ Had I lain for a century dead;_x000D_ _x000D_ Would start and tremble under her feet,_x000D_ _x000D_ And blossom in purple and red.
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