We live on the flat, on the level, and yet - and so - we aspire. Groundlings, we can sometimes reach as far as the gods. Some soar with art, others with religion; most with love. But when we soar, we can also crash. There are few soft landings. We may find ourselves bouncing across the ground with leg-fracting force, dragged towards some foreign railway line. Every love story is a potential grief story. If not at first, then later. If not for one, then for the other. Sometimes, for both.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the dual nature of love as both uplifting and potentially painful.
Julian Barnes eloquently captures the essence of love's complexities — how it allows us to aspire and reach great heights while also leaving us vulnerable to profound grief. He suggests that every love story carries the potential for heartache, and regardless of its initial promise, it can lead to emotional turmoil. This duality highlights the delicate balance between joy and sorrow that defines the human experience in relationships.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about the risks of falling in love during a relationship counseling session.
(on grief) And you do come out of it, that’s true. After a year, after five. But you don’t come out of it like a train coming out of a tunnel, bursting through the downs into sunshine and that swift, rattling descent to the Channel; you come out of it as a gull comes out of an oil-slick. You are tarred and feathered for life.
Is despair wrong? Isn’t it the natural condition of life after a certain age? … After a number of events, what is there left but repetition and diminishment? Who wants to go on living? The eccentric, the religious, the artistic (sometimes); those with a false sense of their own worth. Soft cheeses collapse; firm cheeses endurate. Both go mouldy.
It took me some years to clear my head of what Paris wanted me to admire about it, and to notice what I preferred instead. Not power-ridden monuments, but individual buildings which tell a quieter story: the artist's studio, or the Belle Epoque house built by a forgotten financier for a just-remembered courtesan.
But I’ve been turning over in my mind the question of nostalgia, and whether I suffer from it. I certainly don’t get soggy at the memory of some childhood knickknack; nor do I want to deceive myself sentimentally about something that wasn’t even true at the time—love of the old school, and so on. But if nostalgia means the powerful recollection of strong emotions—and a regret that such feelings are no longer present in our lives—then I plead guilty.
And that's a life, isn't it? Some achievements and some disappointments. It's been interesting to me, though I wouldn't complain or be amazed if others found it less so. Maybe, in a way, Adrian knew what he was doing. Not that I would have missed my own life for anything, you understand. [pp.60-61]
Every love story is a potential grief story.
and you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you
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No one leads people to Jesus; He leads people to Himself. All the pressure's off; just go love everybody without agenda.
God is love, generosity and forgiveness; if we believe in this, we will never allow our weaknesses to paralyse us.
We are most alive when we are loving and actively giving ourselves because we were made to do these things.
Boys and girls should be taught respect for each other's liberty... and that jealousy and possessiveness kill love.
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