Yes," I said, "for the love of God!
Interpretation
This quote expresses a deep emotional plea that intertwines love with a sense of urgency or desperation.
In this quote, Edgar Allan Poe captures a moment of intense emotion that may stem from a situation where love and divine acknowledgment are key elements. The urgency suggested by 'for the love of God' implies that love is powerful enough to invoke the name of God, emphasizing the importance of love in human experience and communication.
In practice
In a speech about the power of love in relationships.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.
Most writers - poets in especial - prefer having it understood that they compose by a species of fine frenzy - an ecstatic intuition - and would positively shudder at letting the public take a peep behind the scenes.
...the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair.
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.
I could have clasped the red walls to my bosom as a garment of eternal peace. "Death," I said, "any death but that of the pit!" Fool! might I have not known that into the pit it was the object of the burning iron to urge me?
In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.
Herman slipped his hand into mine, and I thought, An average of seventy-four species become extinct every day, which was one good reason but not the only one to hold someone's hand, and the next thing that happened was we kissed each other, and I found I knew how, and I felt happy and sad in equal parts, because I knew that I was falling in love, but it wasn't with him.
Kinder than is necessary. Because it's not enough to be kind. One should be kinder than needed.
We never live so intensely as when we love strongly. We never realize ourselves so vividly as when we are in full glow of love for others.
The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.
Never having been in love, this is going to be a real trick. I think of my parents. The way my father never failed to bring her gifts from the woods. The way my mother's face would light up at the sound of his boots at the door. The way she almost stopped living when he died.
The soul is made of love and must ever strive to return to love. Therefore, it can never find rest nor happiness in other things. It must lose itself in love. By its very nature it must seek God, who is love.
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