Everybody must be managed. Queens must be managed. Kings must be managed, for men want managing almost as much as women, and that's saying a good deal.
Thomas HardyRead
He wished she knew his impressions; but he would as soon have thought of carrying an odour in a net as of attempting to convey the intangibilities of his feeling in the coarse meshes of language. So he remained silent.
Interpretation
The quote expresses the difficulty of conveying deep emotions using words.
In this quote, Thomas Hardy illustrates the struggle one faces when trying to express profound feelings towards another person. The metaphor of carrying an odour in a net highlights the intangible and elusive nature of emotions, suggesting that language often falls short in capturing the true essence of one's feelings, leading to silence instead of expression.
In practice
In a romantic setting, to express the difficulty of sharing feelings.
Everybody must be managed. Queens must be managed. Kings must be managed, for men want managing almost as much as women, and that's saying a good deal.
Because what's the use of learning that I am one of a long row only - finding out that there is set down in some old book somebody just like me, and to know that I shall only act her part; making me sad, that's all. The best is not to remember your nature and your past doings have been just like thousands' and thousands', and that your coming life and doings'll be like thousands' and thousands'.
But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.
I wish I had never been born--there or anywhere else.
Her affection for him was now the breath and life of Tess's being; it enveloped her as a photosphere, irradiated her into forgetfulness of her past sorrows, keeping back the gloomy spectres that would persist in their attempts to touch her—doubt, fear, moodiness, care, shame. She knew that they were waiting like wolves just outside the circumscribing light, but she had long spells of power to keep them in hungry subjection there.
The trees have inquisitive eyes, haven't they? -that is, seem as if they had. And the river says,-'Why do ye trouble me with your looks?' And you seem to see numbers of to-morrows just all in a line, the first of them the biggest and clearest, the others getting smaller and smaller as they stand further away; but they all seem very fierce and cruel and as if they said, 'I'm coming! Beware of me! Beware of me!
It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.
Those who love others _x000D_ grandly are those who love themselves grandly. Those who have a high _x000D_ toleration and acceptance of others are those who have a high _x000D_ toleration and acceptance of themselves. You cannot show another a part _x000D_ of you that you cannot show yourself. Therefore, begin where all _x000D_ growth, where all evolution, where all love must begin; with the person _x000D_ in the mirror.
If I am content to heal a hurt slightly, saying "Peace, peace," where is no peace; if I forget the poignant word "Let love be without dissimulation" and blunt the edge of truth, speaking not right things but smooth things, then I know nothing of Calvary love.
All my life I have had a choice of hate and love. I chose love and I am here
Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.
Ecstatic Love is an ocean, and the Milky Way is a flake of foam floating on it.
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