There’s a ghost of a dream that you don’t even try to shake free off because you’re too in love with the way she haunts you.
Interpretation
This quote speaks to the enchanting yet haunting nature of love and dreams, suggesting a deep emotional connection that one may resist letting go of.
In this quote, Kamila Shamsie captures the bittersweet essence of love that lingers in the form of dreams, highlighting how one can become enamored with the memories and feelings associated with a person, even if they are tinged with sadness. The metaphor of a 'ghost of a dream' suggests that these feelings are both intangible and persistent, illustrating the complex relationship between love and loss.
In practice
This quote can be used during a poetry reading to evoke the depth of love experiences.
Don't you know how much I hero-worshiped you when I was a kid? You were Marie Curie crossed with Emily Bronte crossed with Joan of Arc to me when I was ten. And when i told you that, you said my cultural references were the sign of a colonized mind.
How horrifying that morning when you wake up and your first thought is not of the person who has left. That’s when you know, I will never die of a broken heart.
There is a silence, the child of love, which expresses everything, and proclaims more loudly than the tongue is able to do.
Please send me your last pair of shoes, worn out with dancing as you mentioned in your letter, so that I might have something to press against my heart.
Little sleep's-head sprouting hair in the moonlight, when I come back we will go out together, we will walk out together among, the ten thousand things, each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages of dying is love.
She reflected she must be completely besotted about Peter, if his laughter could hallow an aspidistra.
Did you ever, in that wonderland wilderness of adolesence [sic] ever, quite unexpectedly, see something, a dusk sky, a wild bird, a landscape, so exquisite terror touched you at the bone? And you are afraid, terribly afraid the smallest movement, a leaf, say, turning in the wind, will shatter all? That is, I think, the way love is, or should be: one lives in beautiful terror.
I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.
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