Like the collector, the photographer is animated by a passion that, even when it appears to be for the present, is linked to a sense of the past.
Susan SontagRead
It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.
Interpretation
Loving someone can be painful and vulnerable, as it involves a deep emotional risk.
This quote by Susan Sontag expresses the pain and vulnerability that comes with love. It likens love to a self-sacrificial act where one gives their whole self to another, aware that the other person might not reciprocate that commitment, which could lead to emotional hurt and heartache.
In practice
This quote can be used in discussions about the risks involved in intimate relationships.
Like the collector, the photographer is animated by a passion that, even when it appears to be for the present, is linked to a sense of the past.
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