I dread the loss of her I've never touched love keeps me a slave in a cage of tears I gnaw my tongue with which to her I can never speak I miss a woman who was never born I kiss a woman across the years that say we shall never meet Everything passes Everything perishes Everything palls my thought walks away with a killing smile leaving discordant anxiety which roars in my soul No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope
Interpretation
The quote expresses deep sorrow and longing for an unattainable love, reflecting on the pain of absence and unspoken emotions.
This quote by Sarah Kane delves into the emotional turmoil of unrequited love and the anguish of longing for someone who feels impossibly distant, both in time and existence. It paints a vivid picture of the internal struggle faced by someone who feels trapped in their emotions, unable to express their feelings and burdened by the weight of hopelessness. The repetition of 'No hope' emphasizes the despair that accompanies the realization that some loves may never be fulfilled.
In practice
In a speech about the complexities of love and loss, this quote can emphasize the pain of unfulfilled affection.
I hate the idea of theatre just being an evening pastime. It should be emotionally and intellectually demanding. I love football. The level of analysis that you listen to on the terraces is astonishing. If people did that in the theatre... but they don't. They expect to sit back and not participate.
A small girl became increasingly paralysed by her parents' frequently violent rows. Sometimes she would spend hours standing completely still in the toilet, simply because that was where she happened to be when the fight began. Finally, in moments of calm, she would take bottles of milk from the fridge or doorstep and leave them in places where she may later become trapped. Her parents were unable to understand why they found bottles of sour milk in every room in the house.
It is myself I have never met whose face is pasted on the underside of my mind
My lips got lost on the way to the kiss - that's how drunk I was.
There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.
Praise is the mode of love which always has some element of joy in it.
My body, plowed by your body, will turn into a field where one is sown and a hundred reaped.
But you make me sing like a guitar humming . . .
God, to redeem us at the deepest portion of our nature - the urge to love and be loved - must reveal His nature in an incredible and impossible way. He must reveal it at a cross.
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