Now I felt the long-forgotten urgency of lovemaking, when it seems one's human selves leave, to be replaced by hungry beasts bolting their food. Gone are the civilized beings who talk of manners and journeys and letters; in their places are two bodies straining to give birth to a burst of inhuman pleasure followed by a great, floating nothingness. An explosion of life followed by death - in this we live, and in this we foreshadow our own sweet deaths.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the primal and urgent nature of lovemaking, contrasting it with civilized behavior.
Margaret George's quote captures the raw, instinctual force of lovemaking that transcends civilized conversation and decorum. In the passionate act, individuals become more like animals, consumed by a powerful desire that leads to a fleeting moment of profound pleasure. This experience, however, is intertwined with the awareness of mortality, as it represents both the vitality of life and the inevitability of death, highlighting the duality of human existence.
In practice
Sharing this quote at a wedding to highlight the intensity of romantic relationships.
Oh, he was just angry, we tell ourselves when someone blurts out something he later apologizes for. But a word, once spoken, lingers forever; to keep peace we pretend to forget, but we never do. Strange that a spoken word can have such lasting power when words carved on stone monuments vanish in spite of all our efforts to preserve them. What we would lose persists, lodged in our minds, and what we would keep is lost to water, moths, moss.
Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
Love is begun by time and time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
You heard me, only Friend whom I love. To ravish my heart, you became man. You shed your blood, what a supreme mystery!... And you still live for me on the Altar. If I cannot see the brilliance of your Face Or hear your sweet voice, O my God, I can live by your grace, I can rest on your Sacred Heart!
Each time of life has its own kind of love.
But strictly held by none, is loosely bound By countless silken ties of love and thought To everything on earth the compass round, And only by one's going slightly taut In the capriciousness of summer air Is of the slightest bondage made aware.
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