How beautiful you are! You are more beautiful in anger than in repose. I don't ask you for your love; give me yourself and your hatred; give me yourself and that pretty rage; give me yourself and that enchanting scorn; it will be enough for me.
Interpretation
This quote expresses the idea that true connection and intimacy can be found in the full spectrum of emotions, including anger and passion.
In this quote, Charles Dickens highlights the beauty of a person not just in their calmness or tranquility but also in their raw emotions such as anger and scorn. He suggests that love is not merely about affection, but about sharing one's true self in all its forms, including the darker or more intense feelings. The essence of love, in this context, is an authentic connection that embraces all aspects of a person's character.
In practice
This quote can be used in a romantic context during a discussion about the complexities of love.
I recollected one story there was in the village, how that on a certain night in the year (it might be that very night for anything I knew), all the dead people came out of the ground and sat at the heads of their own graves till morning.
A silent look of affection and regard when all other eyes are turned coldly away-the consciousness that we possess the sympathy and affection of one being when all others have deserted us-is a hold, a stay, a comfort, in the deepest affliction, which no wealth could purchase, or power bestow.
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before--more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.
There are not a few among the disciples of charity who require, in their vocation, scarcely less excitement than the votaries of pleasure in theirs.
You might, from your appearance, be the wife of Lucifer,” said Miss Pross, in her breathing. “Nevertheless, you shall not get the better of me. I am an Englishwoman.
Christmas is a poor excuse every 25th of December to pick a man's pockets.
It is in deep solitude and silence that I find the gentleness with which I can truly love my brother and sister.
When it comes to love, compassion, and other feelings of the heart, I am rich.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Way far back in the beginning of the world was the whirlwind warning that we could all be blown away like chips and cry- Men with tired eyes realize it now, and wait to deform and decay- with maybe they have the power of love yet in their hearts just the same, I just don't know what that word means anymore- All I want is an ice cream cone
It's very difficult for me to say 'I love you' but to sing 'I love you' for me is easier.
God is love, and that love works through men-especially through the whole community of Christians.
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