Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.
Fyodor DostoevskyRead
Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!
Interpretation
This quote expresses the deep emotional disparity in a passionate relationship.
In this poignant quote by Fyodor Dostoevsky, the speaker contrasts the coldness of another's hand with the intense warmth of their own, illustrating the profound connection and longing felt in love. The mention of blindness suggests a lack of awareness in the beloved, highlighting how love can create an emotional divide or misunderstanding even amidst strong feelings.
In practice
During a romantic dinner, to express the depth of your feelings.
Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.
What if, when this fog scatters and flies upward, the whole rotten, slimey city goes with it, rises with the fog and vanishes like smoke.
Love the animals: God has given them the rudiments of thought and joy untroubled.
Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.
But do you understand, I cry to him, do you understand that if you have the guillotine in the forefront, and with such glee, it's for the sole reason that cutting heads off is the easiest thing, and having an idea is difficult!
...to return to their 'native soil,' as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them.
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
It is time to put up a love-swing!_x000D_ Tie the body and then tie the mind so that they _x000D_ swing between the arms of the Secret One you love,_x000D_ Bring the water that falls from the clouds to your eyes,_x000D_ and cover yourself inside entirely with the shadow of night._x000D_ Bring your face up close to his ear,_x000D_ and then talk only about what you want deeply to happen.
I am a Woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal Woman, that's me.
How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics? Yet here's a travelled man that knows What he talks about, And there's a politician That has read and thought, And maybe what they say is true Of war and war's alarms, But O that I were young again And held her in my arms!
Why couldn't she have this, just enjoy this, without creating obstacles, digging up problems, worrying about mistakes, about tomorrow's? Why let the maybe's, the what if's, the probabilities spoil something so lovely?
It was about then [1920] that I wrote a line which certain people will not let me forget: "She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven."
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