It must be that I am dreaming, and that I shall awaken in a moment to see that awful knife descending toward my heart- kiss me, dear, just once before I lose my dream forever." -Jane-
Edgar Rice BurroughsRead
Yes, I was a fool, but I was in love, and though I was suffering the greatest misery I had ever known I would not have had it otherwise for all the riches of Barsoom. Such is love, and such are lovers wherever love is known.
Interpretation
Love can bring immense joy but also significant pain, and true lovers embrace both.
This quote expresses the dual nature of love, highlighting that true love can result in both profound joy and deep suffering. The speaker reflects on their own experiences, admitting to feeling like a fool due to their love, yet they would not trade that experience for anything else, emphasizing the value and depth of true romantic feelings above all material wealth.
In practice
During a wedding toast, one might quote this to celebrate the power of love despite its challenges.
It must be that I am dreaming, and that I shall awaken in a moment to see that awful knife descending toward my heart- kiss me, dear, just once before I lose my dream forever." -Jane-
It never seems to occur to some people, that, like beauty, a sense of humor may sometimes be fatal.
No fiction is worth reading except for entertainment. If it entertains and is clean, it is good literature, or its kind. If it forms the habit of reading, in people who might not read otherwise, it is the best literature.
Am I alive and a reality, or am I but a dream?
This was life! Ah, how he loved it! Civilization held nothing like this in its narrow and circumscribed sphere, hemmed in by restrictions and conventionalities. Even clothes were a hindrance and a nuisance. At last he was free. He had not realized what a prisoner he had been.
I shall have to believe even though I cannot understand.
...for a girl with eyes like hers has a will and is not ruled by anyone but a lover.
Kindness is the light that dissolves all walls between souls, families, and nations.
The one person who will never leave us, whom we will never lose, is ourself. Learning to love our female selves is where our search for love must begin.
Let me confess that we two must be twain, although our undivided loves are one.
When we come to the last moment of this lifetime and we look back across it, the only thing that's going to matter is 'What is the quality of our love?'
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands -excerpt of #35 from "100 Selected Poems
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