But I despised men who accepted their fate. I shaped mine twenty times and had it broken twenty times in my hands.
Dorothy DunnettRead
For an hour, blended with all she could offer, something noble had been created which had nothing to do with the physical world. And from the turn of his throat, the warmth of his hair, the strong, slender sinews of his hands, something further; which had. Though she combed the earth and searched through the smoke of the galaxies there was no being she wanted but this, who was not and should not be for Philippa Somerville.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects a deep, transcendent connection that surpasses physical attributes, focusing on emotional and spiritual bonds.
In this quote, Dunnett explores the profound nature of love and creation, suggesting that true connection transcends the physical world. The speaker experiences a deep desire for someone who embodies an ideal, highlighting the complexities of love that involve both a longing for the intangible and a recognition of the physical traits that captivate us. Ultimately, it speaks to the fusion of emotions and imagination in the quest for love.
Themes
LoveConnectionEmotionSpiritualLonging
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be used in a wedding speech to emphasize the depth of love beyond physical appearances.
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