Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
Oscar WildeRead
I did not think I should be ever loved: do you indeed Love me so much as now you say you do? Ask of the sea-bird if it loves the sea, Ask of the roses if they love the rain, Ask of the little lark, that will not sing Till day break, if it loves to see the day: And yet, these are but empty images, Mere shadows of my love, which is a fire So great that all the waters of the main Can not avail to quench it.
Interpretation
The speaker expresses doubt about being truly loved, comparing love to elements of nature, emphasizing its depth and intensity.
In this quote, Oscar Wilde captures the complexity of love, where the speaker questions the authenticity and depth of their partner's affection. Through vivid natural imagery, Wilde illustrates that while other things in nature may seem to have an innate love, their own love is profound and powerful, likening it to a fire that cannot be extinguished. This suggests that true love is both overwhelming and essential, transcending ordinary expressions and comparisons.
In practice
A romantic dinner conversation to express deep feelings.
Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
London is too full of fogs and serious people. Whether the fogs produce the serious people, or whether the serious people produce the fogs, I don't know.
When one has never heard a man's name in the course of one's life, it speaks volumes for him; he must be quite respectable.
Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.
A truth ceases to be true when more than one person believes in it.
His morality is all sympathy, just what morality should be
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.
All work is empty save when there is love.
The first act of love is always the giving of attention.
A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left.
Have you ever gotten breathless before from a beautiful face, for i see you there, my dear.
Where did love begin?What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea? Was there a day, exhausted and weary,dragging home food, arms cut and scarred, that you saw yellow flowers and, not knowing what you did, picked them because I love you? In the fossil record of our existence, there is no trace of love. You cannot find it held in the earth's crust, waiting to be discovered. The long bones of our ancestors show nothing of their hearts.
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