But how awful would that be? How terrible to live surrounded by the stark, sharp, hollowness of things that simply were enough?
Patrick RothfussRead
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.
Interpretation
The quote expresses deep admiration and affection towards someone special, emphasizing their impact on the speaker's life.
In this quote, the speaker conveys profound feelings of love and awe for an individual who brings beauty and joy into their life after a period of suffering. The vivid imagery of the person's actions and the expressive details highlight how their mere presence transforms the speaker's emotional state, suggesting that love has the power to heal and elevate one's spirit, making everything else seem insignificant.
In practice
This quote could be shared at a wedding to highlight the beauty of love's impact on life.
But how awful would that be? How terrible to live surrounded by the stark, sharp, hollowness of things that simply were enough?
Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating ... but there are other ways to understanding.
Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. There are seven words that will make a person love you. There are ten words that will break a strong man's will. But a word is nothing but a painting of a fire. A name is the fire itself.
How odd to watch a mortal kindle / Then to dwindle day by day / Knowing their bright souls are tinder / And the wind will have its way
All the truth in the world is held in stories.
Music is a proud, temperamental mistress. Give her the time and attention she deserves, and she is yours. Slight her and there will come a day when you call and she will not answer. So I began sleeping less to give her the time she needed.
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be_x000D_ _x000D_ And so I put this on my life_x000D_ _x000D_ Nobody or nothing will ever come between us_x000D_ _x000D_ And I promise I'll give my life
Give! Give the love you have received to those around you. You must love with your time, your hands, and your hearts. You need to share all that you have.
In antiquity, a woman might be an object of worship or desire, but never of love.
Good food does lead to sex. As it should. And in a perfect world, good music does too.
And what is a kiss, specifically? A pledge properly sealed, a promise seasoned to taste, a vow stamped with the immediacy of a lip, a rosy circle drawn around the verb 'to love.' A kiss is a message too intimate for the ear, infinity captured in the bee's brief visit to a flower, secular communication with an aftertaste of heaven, the pulse rising from the heart to utter its name on a lover's lip: 'Forever.
Love, love, I have hung our cave with roses.
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