Fear is a relative thing; its effects are relative to power.
Sarah HallRead
At night, in the garden, it occurs to you that it might have been your heart that left you as you reached the capital. Your heart might not have travelled well, closed up in its cavity, quivering and gnawing at the bars of your ribcage during the commute. It might be tracking north now, along edgelands, past spoil-heaps and stands of pylons, under motorway passes, back to the higher ground. Back to him.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the emotional distance and longing for a loved one while being physically apart.
In this quote, Sarah Hall uses rich imagery to convey the emotional experience of separation from a loved one. The heart is depicted as a traveler, struggling to stay connected during the physical journey to a new place, hinting at the pain of longing and the instinctive pull towards home and loved ones. The imagery of the heart yearning to return emphasizes the deep bond between individuals and the profound sense of belonging that exists in love.
Themes
LoveLongingHeartSeparationHome
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be shared during a heartfelt speech at a wedding.
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