She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. He mouth was cold, her lips rough from the winter wind, and if the mystics are right and we are doomed to repeat our squalid lives ad infinitum, at least I will always return to that kiss
Interpretation
This quote reflects on a profoundly memorable kiss that holds significance despite the harshness of life.
In this quote, David Benioff captures a fleeting yet impactful moment of intimacy, illustrating how a simple act like a kiss can hold deep emotional resonance. The juxtaposition of the cold, roughness of the lips against the warmth of the sentiment highlights the beauty of human connection even in a world that can often feel bleak and repetitive.
In practice
This quote could be shared during a romantic evening to emphasize the significance of a simple kiss.
The fire was silent, the little houses collapsing into the flames without complaint, flocks of sparks rising to the sky. At a distance it seemed beautiful, and I thought it was strange that powerful violence is often so pleasing to the eye.
If you think well of others, you will also speak well of others and to others. From the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks. If your heart is full of love, you will speak of love.
I married him against all evidence. I married him believing that marriage doesn't work, that love dies, that passion fades, and in so doing I became the kind of romantic only a cynic is truly capable of being.
Whatever our religion, we know that if we really want to love, we must first learn to forgive before anything else.
You start out giving your hat, then you give your coat, then your shirt, then your skin and finally your soul.
So even as we see the horror of death, may we be reminded that in the end, love wins. Mercy triumphs. Life is more powerful than death. And even those who have committed great violence can have the image of God come to life again within them as they hear the whisper of love. May the whisper of love grow louder than the thunder of violence. May we love loudly.
Love Is the Treasure The temple of love is not love itself; True love is the treasure, Not the walls about it. Do not admire the decoration, But involve yourself in the essence, The perfume that invades and touches you- The beginning and the end. Discovered, this replaces all else, The apparent and the unknowable. Time and space are slaves to this presence.
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