...She'd gone past interest, swung into attraction, burst through lust, tripped over affection, and was now skidding out of control into love.
Interpretation
The quote illustrates the complex journey of emotions one can experience before arriving at true love.
Nora Roberts captures the progression of romantic feelings from curiosity to a deep and consuming love. This quote reflects how individuals may navigate various stages of attraction and desire, ultimately reaching a point where uncontrollable feelings emerge, highlighting both the excitement and chaos that love can bring.
In practice
During a wedding toast, one might reference this quote to describe the bride and groom's journey to love.
The most important thing is you can't write what you wouldn't read for pleasure. It's a mistake to analyze the market thinking you can write whatever is hot. You can't say you're going to write romance when you don't even like it. You need to write what you would read if you expect anybody else to read it.
You're the love of my life. I don't care how corny that sounds. You're the start of it, and the end of it. And you're the best of it.
Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live.
Why couldn't she have this, just enjoy this, without creating obstacles, digging up problems, worrying about mistakes, about tomorrow's? Why let the maybe's, the what if's, the probabilities spoil something so lovely?
She raised her eyes to his. They had both come from misery, she thought, and survived it. They had been drawn together through violence and tragedy, and had overcome it. They walked different paths and had found a mutual route. Some things last, she thought. Some ordinary things. Like love.
Happily ever after?" "If justice doesn't triumph and love doesn't make the circle in entertainment fiction, what's the point? Real life sucks too often.
The Christmas spirit does not shine out in the Christian snob. For the Christmas spirit is the spirit of those who, like their Master, live their whole lives on the principle of making themselves poor -- spending and being spent -- to enrich their fellow humans, giving time, trouble, care and concern, to do good to others -- and not just their own friends -- in whatever way there seems need.
Love, love, love β all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
I think every human being knows how to hate. Because if they didn't know how to hate how to hate they wouldn't know how to love.
The mere habit of learning to love is the thing; and a teachableness of disposition in a young lady is a great blessing
Christianity has done a great deal for love by making a sin of it.
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