All of her heart, a meaningless phrase, but correct and precise, too. She used her heart to love him, not her head, and not her words and not her thoughts or ideas or feelings or any other vehicle or object or device people use to deliver love or love-like things.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes that true love comes from the heart rather than intellect or superficial expressions.
In this quote, Charles Yu reflects on the nature of love, suggesting that genuine affection is best conveyed through the heart rather than through rationality or verbal expression. It implies that the essence of love transcends mere words or thoughts, highlighting the emotional and passionate aspect of how one loves another, portraying love as an instinctive and heartfelt connection.
In practice
In a wedding speech to highlight the deep connection between two people.
I had forgotten: this is what it feels like to live in time. The lurching forward, the sensation of falling of a cliff into darkness, and then landing abruptly, surprised, confused, and then starting the whole process again in the next moment, doing that over and over again, falling into each instant of time and then climbing back up only to repeat the process.
I am transcribing a book that I have, in a sense, not yet written, and in another sense, have always written, and in another sense, am currently writing, and in another sense, am always writing, and in another sense, will never write.
Enjoy the elastic present, which can accommodate as little or as much as you want to put in there. Stretch it out, live inside of it.
Maybe we spend most of our decades being someone else, avoiding ourselves, maybe a man is only himself, his true self, for a few days in his entire life.
You want to tell a story? Grow a heart. Grow two. Now, with the second heart, smash the first one into bits.
I understood that the Church had a Heart, and that this Heart was burning with love.
You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.
There is a silence, the child of love, which expresses everything, and proclaims more loudly than the tongue is able to do.
If you listen long enough you can hear my skin grow tough love is painful to the touch must be made of stronger stuff.
On the beach, at dawn: Four small stones clearly Hugging each other. How many kinds of love Might there be in the world, And how many formations might they make And who am I ever To imagine I could know Such a marvelous business? When the sun broke It poured willingly its light Over the stones That did not move, not at all, Just as, to its always generous term, It shed its light on me, My own body that loves, Equally, to hug another body.
Never the time and the place and the loved one all together!
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