That is the mystery about writing: it comes out of afflictions, out of the gouged times, when the heart is cut open.
Edna O'BrienRead
Love . . . is like nature, but in reverse; first it fruits, then it flowers, then it seems to wither, then it goes deep, deep down into its burrow, where no one sees it, where it is lost from sight, and ultimately people die with that secret buried inside their souls.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love evolves and transforms over time, often becoming hidden or unexpressed as it matures.
In this quote, Edna O'Brien compares love to the cycles of nature, suggesting that love initially blossoms and bears fruit before it begins to fade and retreat into the depths of our being. This metaphor illustrates how love can change from a visible, vibrant emotion into something more private and often concealed within us, leading to a sense of loss as individuals carry unexpressed feelings deep within their souls.
Themes
LoveNatureEmotionTransformationHidden Feelings
In practice
Example use cases
In a wedding speech to reflect on how love evolves over time.
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