I crossed the room, and what you did was to feel my hair over and over again and in different ways, touch it, with the palm of your hand... felt it, strands of hair, with your fingers, touched it as if it were cloth, the way a child touches its favorite surfaces.
Interpretation
This quote expresses a deep, tender moment of affection and intimacy.
In this quote, Edna O'Brien captures the beauty of a gentle and loving touch, illustrating how intimate gestures can convey profound emotions. The act of feeling someone's hair reflects not just physical attraction, but a deep appreciation and connection, reminiscent of the innocent ways children explore the world around them. It highlights the simplicity and significance of touch in human relationships.
In practice
During a romantic dinner, you might quote this to evoke the warmth of shared moments.
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.
That is the mystery about writing: it comes out of afflictions, out of the gouged times, when the heart is cut open.
Cities, in many ways, are the best repositories for a love affair. You are in a forest or a cornfield, you are walking by the seashore, footprint after footprint of trodden sand, and somehow the kiss or the spoken covenant gets lost in the vastness and indifference of nature. In a city there are places to remind us of what has been.
Darkness is drawn to light, but light does not know it; light must absorb the darkness and therefore meet its own extinguishment.
Oh, love, what an unreasoning creature it grew to be.
Recollection is not something that I can summon up, it simply comes and I am the servant of it.
It is part of the nature of every definitive love that sooner or later it can reach the beloved only in infinity.
You'se something tuh make uh man forgit to git old and forgit tuh die.
So every day So every day I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth of the ideas of God, one of which was you.
When you look at me, when you think of me, I am in paradise.
My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours.
Judgement is the forbidden objectivization of the other person which destroys single-minded love. I am not forbidden to have my own thoughts about the other person, to realize his shortcomings, but only to the extent that it offers to me an occasion for forgiveness and unconditional love, as Jesus proves to me.
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