It seems that fighting is a game where everybody is the loser.
Zora Neale HurstonRead
She was saving up feelings for some man she had never seen.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the idea of anticipating love for someone unknown.
This quote by Zora Neale Hurston suggests that the character is emotionally investing in love without having met the object of her feelings. It speaks to the concept of romantic idealization, where one may accumulate emotions for an imagined or unknown partner, highlighting the depth and complexities of desire and longing.
In practice
In a romantic movie, this quote could illustrate a character's longing for their soulmate.
It seems that fighting is a game where everybody is the loser.
Lack of power and opportunity passes off too often for virtue.
From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds; from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloomβ¦It was like a flute song forgotten in another existence and remembered again. What? How? Why? This singing she heard that had nothing to do with her ears. The rose of the world was breathing out smell. It followed her through all her waking moments and caressed her in her sleep.
Someone is always at my elbow reminding me that I am the granddaughter of slaves. It fails to register depression with me.
Don't you realize that the sea is the home of water? All water is off on a journey unless it's in the sea, and it's homesick, and bound to make its way home someday.
Two things everybody's got tuh do fuh theyselves. They got tuh go tuh God, and they got tuh find out about livin' fuh theyselves.
We grow up hungry for love, and in ways so deep as to remain unexpressed we long for our Maker to love us.
July 13, 1954 was the most tragic day of my life. I had lost my beloved Frida forever. To late now I realized that the most wonderful part of my life had been my love for Frida.
I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.
The gesture of the amorous embrace seems to fulfill, for a time, the subject's dream of total union with the loved being: The longing for consummation with the other.
I kissed her, a long hard kiss. Because baby didn't know it, but baby was dead, and in a way I couldn't have loved her more.
Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.