Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
Interpretation
This quote illustrates a moment of deep romantic connection where love transforms the beloved.
In this quote, F. Scott Fitzgerald captures the essence of love as a transformative force. The act of kissing becomes a powerful metaphor for the awakening of emotions and the blossoming of a relationship, akin to a flower coming into full bloom. The phrase 'the incarnation was complete' suggests that the connection between the two individuals transcends mere physicality, reaching a profound spiritual or emotional realization.
In practice
A person might share this quote during a wedding ceremony to highlight the beauty of love.
Don't be so anxious about it,' she laughed. 'I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do; I never got the trick of it.' She looked down at him, shy and fatigued. 'So here we are. I told you years ago that I had the makings of Cinderella.' He took her hand; she drew it back instinctively and then replaced it in his. 'Beg your pardon. Not even used to being touched. But I'm not afraid of you, if you stay quiet and don't move suddenly.
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.
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."
The words seemed to bite physically into Gatsby.
But you can love more than just one person, can't you?
A sudden gust of rain blew over them and then another - as if small liquid clouds were bouncing along the land. Lightning entered the sea far off and the air blew full of crackling thunder. The table cloths blew around the pillars. They blew and blew and blew. The flags twisted around the red chairs like live things, the banners were ragged, the corners of the table tore off through the burbling billowing ends of the cloths.
Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again
When that which loves is united to the thing beloved it can rest there; when the burden is laid down it finds rest there. There will be eternal fame also for the inhabitants of that town, constructed and enlarged by him.
Love is easy, and I love writing. You can't resist love. You get an idea, someone says something, and you're in love.
I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Others, of the simplest field flowers, with hearts full of dew and with all the tints of celestial beauty reflected in their modest petals.
Of all the Gods, Love is the best friend of humankind, the helper and healer of all ills that stand in the way of human happiness.
No one can deal with the hearts of men unless he has the sympathy which is given by love.
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