This is perhaps the best feeling in the world. I love going to sleep at night and wondering what weird and wonderful dreams I'm going to have however I always prolong sleep as long as possible, immeasurably happy simply listening to the sound of my fiancees breathing and feeling his arms around me. It's when you fall in love with these little things that you know you're truly in love.
Interpretation
True love is found in appreciating the simple moments shared with someone special.
In this quote, F. Scott Fitzgerald expresses the profound joy that comes from loving someone deeply. He describes the blissful moments of falling asleep next to a loved one, emphasizing the beauty in small, intimate actions like listening to their breathing and feeling their embrace. It highlights that genuine love is often rooted in the appreciation of such simple yet significant experiences.
In practice
Sharing this quote at a wedding toast to celebrate the beauty of love.
Don't be so anxious about it,' she laughed. 'I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do; I never got the trick of it.' She looked down at him, shy and fatigued. 'So here we are. I told you years ago that I had the makings of Cinderella.' He took her hand; she drew it back instinctively and then replaced it in his. 'Beg your pardon. Not even used to being touched. But I'm not afraid of you, if you stay quiet and don't move suddenly.
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.
It was about then [1920] that I wrote a line which certain people will not let me forget: "She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven."
The words seemed to bite physically into Gatsby.
But you can love more than just one person, can't you?
A sudden gust of rain blew over them and then another - as if small liquid clouds were bouncing along the land. Lightning entered the sea far off and the air blew full of crackling thunder. The table cloths blew around the pillars. They blew and blew and blew. The flags twisted around the red chairs like live things, the banners were ragged, the corners of the table tore off through the burbling billowing ends of the cloths.
What nicer thing can you do for somebody than make them breakfast?
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Oh, Jacques, we're used to each other, we're a pair of captive hawks caught in the same cage, and so we've grown used to each other. That's what passes for love at this dim, shadowy end of the Camino Real.
You, the strong, have I loved, though the marks of your iron hoofs are yet upon my flesh.
Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? - Epithalamion
Of all the Gods, Love is the best friend of humankind, the helper and healer of all ills that stand in the way of human happiness.
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