The function of a book or a poem or a story is to delight, to enchant, to beguile.
Philip PullmanRead
Looking at them now, thought Jim, you'd never believe they weren't in love with each other, and not with a hopeless, doomed obsession like poor Isabel Meredith. This was what love ought to be like: playful and passionate and teasing, and dangerous, too, with sharp intelligence in it.
Interpretation
The quote describes an idealized view of love as playful and passionate rather than hopeless and obsessive.
Philip Pullman reflects on the nature of love, suggesting that true love should embody qualities such as playfulness, passion, and intelligence, contrasting it with the despairing nature of obsessive love. He implies that a healthy relationship is dynamic and engaging, filled with joy and a hint of danger, rather than being consumed by hopelessness.
In practice
In a romantic relationship discussion, one might reference this quote to highlight the ideal qualities of love.
The function of a book or a poem or a story is to delight, to enchant, to beguile.
Education and health were always matters of charity. You educated children and you helped the sick because they were good things to do, not because you were going to make money out of them. If you let the money-making principle, the profit-seeking motive, anywhere near education and health, things go bad.
To get the best out of life here ...Good grief. There's plenty of it about, so indulge. Give yourself some thing to remember. Fall in love. Fall out of love. Gamble. Get drunk. See how long you can stay awake. Go for long walks at night. Discover what you're afraid of doing, and then do it.
People should decide on the books' meanings for themselves. They'll find a story that attacks such things as cruelty, oppression, intolerance, unkindness, narrow-mindedness, and celebrates love, kindness, open-mindedness, tolerance, curiosity, human intelligence.
I told him I was going to betray you, and betray Lyra, and he believed me because I was corrupt and full of wickedness; he looked so deep I felt sure he'd see the truth. But I lied too well. I was lying with every nerve and fiber and everything I'd ever done...I wanted him to find no good in me, and he didn't. There is none.
Lyra learns to her great cost that fantasy isn’t enough. She has been lying all her life, telling stories to people, making up fantasies, and suddenly she comes to a point where that’s not enough. All she can do is tell the truth. She tells the truth about her childhood, about the experiences she had in Oxford, and that is what saves her. True experience, not fantasy - reality, not lies - is what saves us in the end.
Love renders all of our plans and all of our hopes a gamble.
Does not all the blood within me_x000D_ _x000D_ Leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee,_x000D_ _x000D_ As the springs to meet the sunshine.
No rest without love, no sleep without dreams of love- be mad or chill obsessed with angels or machines, the final wish is love -cannot be bitter, cannot deny, cannot withhold if denied: the weight is too heavy
Have only love in your heart for others. The more you see the good in them, the more you will establish good in yourself.
Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves.
The more ardent the love for the Eucharist in the hearts of the Christian people, the more clearly will they recognize the goal of all mission: to bring Christ to others. Not just a theory or a way of life inspired by Christ, but the gift of his very person. Anyone who has not shared the truth of love with his brothers and sisters has not yet given enough.
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