At first we raced through space, like shadows and light; her rants, my raves; her dark hair, my blonde; black dresses, white. She's a purple-black African-violet-dark butterfly and I a white moth. We were two wild ponies, Dawn and Midnight, the wind electrifying our manes and our hooves quaking the city; we were photo negatives of each other, together making the perfect image of a girl.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the duality and complementarity found in a romantic relationship between two distinct individuals.
Francesca Lia Block's quote beautifully captures the essence of love through the contrasting yet harmonious connection between two lovers. It illustrates how their differences, such as hair color and personality traits, create a vibrant picture of unity, portraying their relationship as a blend of opposites that together form a perfect whole. The imagery of wild ponies racing through space emphasizes the freedom and intensity of their bond, suggesting that love transcends superficial differences and thrives on the interplay of individuality.
In practice
This quote is perfect for a wedding speech emphasizing how opposites can create a strong bond.
I wrote poetry from the time I could write. That was the only way I could begin to express who I was but the poems didn't make sense to my teachers. They didn't rhyme. They were about the wind sounds, the planets' motions, never about who I was or how I felt. I didn't think I felt anything. I was this mind more than a body or a heart. My mind photographing the stars, hearing the wind.
We got quiet. The garden was combing her hair and putting on earrings. The house was full of dancing creatures, not male and female but both, two lovers in one body. The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through the leather covers. Wine was flowing through the water pipes. You had caught my leaping heart in your hand like a fish.
I'd sit around dreaming that the boys I saw at shows or at work - the boys with silver earrings and big boots - would tell me I was beautiful, take me home and feed me Thai food or omelets and undress me and make love to me all night with the palm trees whispering windsongs about a tortured gleaming city and the moonlight like flame melting our candle bodies.
Writing is literally transformative. When we read, we are changed. When we write, we are changed. It's neurological. To me, this is a kind of magic.
You always fed strays and bent down to talk to the dogs you met on the street, looking straight into their eyes as if they were old friends. (Maybe they are, you said. From another life.) You liked to go to the pound and look at them. You tried to send them messages of comfort. I couldn’t go because I started crying the one time I tried. All those eyes and the barks like sobs.
You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew.
And she said 'Losing love is like a window in your heart,_x000D_ _x000D_ Everybody sees you're blown apart,_x000D_ _x000D_ Everybody feels the wind blow.'
Knowing that we can be loved exactly as we are gives us all the best opportunity for growing into the healthiest of people.
You may forget but_x000D_ let me tell you_x000D_ this: someone in_x000D_ some future time_x000D_ will think of us
She wanted to crawl into his pocket and be safe forever.
I say that radiation is inherently disintegrative: it comes apart. Gravity is inherently integrative: it pulls together. And to me, there's a good possibility that love is what I'd call metaphysical gravity. It really holds everything together.
Only the chaste man and the chaste woman are capable of true love.
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