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.
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Someone is always at my elbow reminding me that I am the granddaughter of slaves. It fails to register depression with me.
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Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.
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Send Love in Some Form to those you Believe have Wronged you, & Notice How Much Better you Feel
you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever. ....and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as though fingers touch a girl's breast, lightly) Do you believe in always,the wind said to the rain I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered
Love isn't any one good thing; it's a very, very strange mishmash of emotions. Your love for somebody is, oftentimes, informed by the terrible things you might believe about yourself, and comparatively, the person you see them as is everything that you're not.
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