From my stone pillow I have dreamed dreams of the mortal world above. I have heard its voices, its new music, as lullabies as I lie in my grave. I have envisioned its fantastical discoveries. I have known its courage in the timeless sanctum of my thoughts. And though it shuts me out with its dazzling forms, I long for one with the strength to roam it fearlessly, to ride the Devil's Road through its heart.
In these last few days, we were close because we were both mortal men. We saw the same sun and the same twilight, we felt the same pull of the earth beneath our feet. We drank together and broke bread together. We might have made love together, if you had only allowed such a thing. But that’s all changed. You have your youth, yes, and all the dizzying wonder that accompanies the miracle. But I still see death when I look at you. I know now I cannot be your companion, and you cannot be mine
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the transient nature of human connection and the impact of mortality on relationships.
In this quote, Anne Rice captures the bittersweet essence of love and companionship, highlighting how the shared experiences of life and the awareness of mortality can deepen connections between individuals. The speaker recognizes the fleeting moments of intimacy and joy that can exist despite the inevitable passage of time and the differences in youth and vitality. It conveys a poignant message about how love can be complicated by the realities of age, mortality, and the differences between individuals.
Themes
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a discussion about the importance of cherishing relationships in the face of life's impermanence.
More from Anne Rice
All quotes →We all suffer under a curse, the curse that we know more than we can endure, and there is nothing, absolutely nothing we can do about the force and the lure of this knowledge.
And so this young one, this young one whom I had so loved, I had to forsake, no matter how broken my heart, no matter how lonely my soul, no matter how bruised my intellect and spirit.
Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is lost–a heart no bigger than a speck of dust beating, beating against death, against meaninglessness, against guilt, against sorrow.
The vampires have always been metaphors for me. They've always been vehicles through which I can express things I have felt very, very deeply.
In the very depths of Hell, do not demons love one another?
Similar quotes
The pleasures of love are pains that become desirable, where sweetness and torment blend, and so love is voluntary insanity, infernal paradise, and celestial hell - in short, harmony of opposite yearnings, sorrowful laughter, soft diamond.
When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.
Love can be angry... with a kind of anger in which there is no gall, like the dove's and not the ravens.
When I experience Love I must go to God. When I experience non-attachment God must come to me.
She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.
For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.