I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s.
Truman CapoteRead
Never love a wild thing...If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.
Interpretation
Loving someone untamed can lead to pain and longing.
Truman Capote's quote suggests that loving someone who is free-spirited and unpredictable can result in heartache and a sense of longing for something unattainable. The metaphor of looking at the sky represents the unreachable nature of wild love, where the heart gets tethered to the beauty of the wild but is ultimately devoid of security and permanence.
In practice
This quote could be used in a discussion about relationships that are intense but fleeting.
I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s.
All writing, all art, is an act of faith. If one tries to contribute to human understanding, how can that be called decadent? It's like saying a declaration of love is an act of decadence. Any work of art, provide it springs from a sincere motivation to further understanding between people, is an act of faith and therefore is an act of love.
No one will ever know what 'In Cold Blood' took out of me. It scraped me right down to the marrow of my bones. It nearly killed me. I think, in a way, it did kill me.
Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing.
I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together.
The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.
There is no religion without love, and people may talk as much as they like about their religion, but if it does not teach them to be good and kind to man and beast, it is all a sham.
Romance is one of the sacred temples that dot the landscape of life.
One good yardstick as to whether a person might be the right one for you is this: in her presence, do you think your noblest thoughts, do you aspire to your finest deeds, do you wish you were better than you are?
They say that loving eyes can never see, but that's a fool's axiom. Sometimes, they see too much
What do any of us really know about love?
I had never thought about it, but summer was Dill by the fishpool smoking string, Dill's eyes alive with complicated plans to make Boo Radley emerge; summer was the swiftness with which Dill would reach up and kiss me when Jem was not looking, the longings we sometimes felt each other feel. With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable..." - Scout Finch
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