I’d thought I knew what beauty was in women; but she’d surpassed all the language I had for it.
Interpretation
The speaker realizes that their previous understanding of beauty is inadequate compared to a remarkable woman's beauty.
This quote expresses the idea that true beauty can transcend conventional definitions and language. The speaker acknowledges their prior beliefs about beauty in women but finds that this specific woman exceeds anything they could adequately describe, highlighting the complexities and depths of attraction and admiration.
In practice
This quote could be used in a discussion about the nature of beauty and its subjective experience.
From my stone pillow I have dreamed dreams of the mortal world above. I have heard its voices, its new music, as lullabies as I lie in my grave. I have envisioned its fantastical discoveries. I have known its courage in the timeless sanctum of my thoughts. And though it shuts me out with its dazzling forms, I long for one with the strength to roam it fearlessly, to ride the Devil's Road through its heart.
We all suffer under a curse, the curse that we know more than we can endure, and there is nothing, absolutely nothing we can do about the force and the lure of this knowledge.
And so this young one, this young one whom I had so loved, I had to forsake, no matter how broken my heart, no matter how lonely my soul, no matter how bruised my intellect and spirit.
Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is lost–a heart no bigger than a speck of dust beating, beating against death, against meaninglessness, against guilt, against sorrow.
The vampires have always been metaphors for me. They've always been vehicles through which I can express things I have felt very, very deeply.
In the very depths of Hell, do not demons love one another?
... but it's your existence I love you for, mainly. Existence seems to me now the most remarkable thing that could ever be imagined.
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
I always think the most romantic books or films are the ones where the romance doesn't happen, because it makes your heart ache so much watching it.
I am, as ever, a poor sinner, a captive of eternal love, running by the side of His triumphal chariot, and I have no desire to be anything else as long as I live.
Yes," I said, "for the love of God!
Love is a state of being, and in that state, the 'me', with its identifications, anxieties, and possessions is absent. Love cannot be, as long as the activities of the self, of the 'me', whether conscious or unconscious, continue to exist.
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