I held her, he wanted to say, and if I knew for certain that all it would take to hold her again would be to die, then I couldn't raise the gun to my head fast enough.
Interpretation
The quote expresses an intense and desperate longing for a loved one, equating the pain of loss with the desire for reunion.
In this quote, the speaker conveys a profound and tragic love that suggests the depth of their feelings for another person. The willingness to sacrifice everything, even life itself, underscores how overwhelming the desire to be with this person is, illustrating a relationship that transcends ordinary attachments and borders on obsession. It reflects a desperation that can arise in love when faced with separation or loss.
In practice
In a relationship workshop discussing the depths of love and loss.
Life isn't happily ever after... It's work. The person you love is rarely worthy of how big your love is. Because no one is worthy of that and maybe no one deserves that burden of it, either. You'll be let down. You'll be disappointed and have your trust broken and have a lot of real sucky days. You lose more than you win. You hate the person you love as much as you love him. But you roll up your sleeves and work - at everything - because that's what growing older is.
Visitation Street is urban opera writ large. Gritty and magical, filled with mystery, poetry and pain, Ivy Pochoda’s voice recalls Richard Price, Junot Diaz, and even Alice Sebold, yet it’s indelibly her own.
The world does not have tidy endings. The world does not have neat connections. It is not filled with epiphanies that work perfectly at the moment that you need them.
Happiness doesn't lie in conspicuous consumption and the relentless amassing of useless crap. Happiness lies in the person sitting beside you and your ability to talk to them. Happiness is clear-headed human interaction and empathy. Happiness is home. And home is not a house-home is a mythological conceit. It is a state of mind. A place of communion and unconditional love. It is where, when you cross its threshold, you finally feel at peace.
I believe so deeply in the primacy of language, in lifting your prose to the highest level you're capable of and making your words symphonic.
It's good not only to realize that you can't please all of the people all of the time, but that you don't want to. There's a certain type of reader that you don't ever want to write for.
I love iconoclasts. I love individuals. I love people that are true to themselves, whatever the cost.
To love someone is nothing, to be loved by someone is something, to love someone who loves you is everything.
Fish got to swim, birds got to fly_x000D_ I got to love one man till I die_x000D_ Can't help lovin' dat man of mine.
I wanted to tell her that she was the first beautiful thing I had seen in three years. That the sight of her yawning to the back of her hand was enough to drive the breath from me. How I sometimes lost the sense of her words in the sweet fluting of her voice. I wanted to say that if she were with me then somehow nothing could ever be wrong for me again.
It was nice - in the dark and the quiet... and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.
No, the Lord doesn't really need us to take care of the poor, but we need this experience; for it is only through our learning how to take care of each other that we develop within us the Christlike love and disposition necessary to qualify us to return to his presence.
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