Don't we forgive everything of a lover? We forgive selfishness, desire, guile. As long as we are the motive for it...There are some European words you can never translate properly into another language.
Michael OndaatjeRead
Her life with others no longer interests him. He wants only her stalking beauty, her theatre of expressions. He wants the minute secret reflection between them, the depth of field minimal, their foreignness intimate like two pages of a closed book.
Interpretation
The speaker desires an intimate connection with a loved one that transcends external distractions.
This quote vividly describes a profound longing for deep emotional and intimate connection with a partner. It conveys the idea that true engagement and passion arise from a shared understanding and connection that exists beneath the surface, away from the complexities and distractions of the outside world. The imagery of 'two pages of a closed book' suggests a closeness that is both exclusive and rich with unspoken understanding.
In practice
This quote can be shared in a romantic speech to express feelings for a partner.
Don't we forgive everything of a lover? We forgive selfishness, desire, guile. As long as we are the motive for it...There are some European words you can never translate properly into another language.
When we are young we do not look into mirrors. It is when we are old, concerned with our name, our legend, what our lives will mean to the future. We become vain with the names we own, our claims to have been the first eyes, the strongest army, the cleverest merchant. It is when he is old that Narcissus wants a graven image of himself.
Water is the exile, carried back in cans and flasks, the ghost between your hands and your mouth.
You must talk to me, Caravaggio. Or am I just a book? Something to be read, some creature to be tempted out of a loch and shot full of morphine, full of corridors, lies, loose vegetation, pockets of stones.
You don't want to write your own opinion, you don't want to just represent yourself, but represent yourself through someone else.
A man in a desert can hold absence in his cupped hands, knowing it is something that feeds him more than water.
Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love
Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair.
To love one child and to love all children, whether living or dead -somewhere these two loves come together. To love a no-good but humble punk and to love an honest man who believes himself to be an honest man -somewhere these, too, come together.
Of all the nonsense written about love, none is more absurd than the notion that ideal love is selfless. To love is to see myself in you and to wish to celebrate myself with you. What I love is the embodiment of my values in another person. Love is an act of self-assertion, self-expression and a celebration of being alive.
Dogs are the closest we come to knowing the divine love of God on this side of eternity.
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