The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
James JoyceRead
O cold ! O shivery ! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet. Let me off this once.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the beauty and pain of love, suggesting a longing for forgiveness in the face of hardship.
In this passage, James Joyce conveys the tumultuous emotions associated with love, where beauty evokes deep feelings alongside discomfort. The plea for forgiveness indicates the complexity of relationships and the hope for understanding despite past struggles, represented here as 'kismet,' or fate's role in their experiences.
In practice
In a romantic speech at a wedding, one might quote this to emphasize the beauty and challenges of love.
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
I think a child should be allowed to take his father's or mother's name at will on coming of age. Paternity is a legal fiction.
If he had smiled why would he have smiled? To reflect that each one who enters imagines himself to be the first to enter whereas he is always the last term of a preceding series even if the first term of a succeeding one, each imagining himself to be first, last, only and alone whereas he is neither first nor last nor only nor alone in a series originating in and repeated to infinity.
Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and how In the grave all love shall sleep: Love is aweary now.
I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.
The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside.
The path to love is our spiritual destiny.
Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen.
When my love swears that she is made of truth, _x000D_ _x000D_ I do believe her, though I know she lies.
I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
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