That is the mystery about writing: it comes out of afflictions, out of the gouged times, when the heart is cut open.
Edna O'BrienRead
Love . . . is like nature, but in reverse; first it fruits, then it flowers, then it seems to wither, then it goes deep, deep down into its burrow, where no one sees it, where it is lost from sight, and ultimately people die with that secret buried inside their souls.
Interpretation
Love evolves and transforms over time, often becoming hidden or unexpressed as it matures.
In this quote, Edna O'Brien compares love to the cycles of nature, suggesting that love initially blossoms and bears fruit before it begins to fade and retreat into the depths of our being. This metaphor illustrates how love can change from a visible, vibrant emotion into something more private and often concealed within us, leading to a sense of loss as individuals carry unexpressed feelings deep within their souls.
In practice
In a wedding speech to reflect on how love evolves over time.
That is the mystery about writing: it comes out of afflictions, out of the gouged times, when the heart is cut open.
Cities, in many ways, are the best repositories for a love affair. You are in a forest or a cornfield, you are walking by the seashore, footprint after footprint of trodden sand, and somehow the kiss or the spoken covenant gets lost in the vastness and indifference of nature. In a city there are places to remind us of what has been.
Darkness is drawn to light, but light does not know it; light must absorb the darkness and therefore meet its own extinguishment.
Oh, love, what an unreasoning creature it grew to be.
Recollection is not something that I can summon up, it simply comes and I am the servant of it.
It was the first time that I came face to face with madness and feared it and was fascinated by it.
The world says you are loved because of what you do. Jesus says you can now do all things because you are loved.
I’ve been looking for a long, long time, _x000D_ for this thing called love, _x000D_ I’ve ridden comets across the sky, _x000D_ and I’ve looked below and above. _x000D_ Then one day I looked inside myself, _x000D_ and this is what I found, _x000D_ A golden sun residing there, _x000D_ beaming forth God’s light and sound.
He (God) loved us not because we are lovable, but because He is love.
A man kills the thing he loves, and he must die a little himself.
That is what the forest taught me. That you will never be mine, and that is why I will never lose you...." ......... "I will always remember you, and you will remember me, just as we will remember the evening, the rain on the window, and all the things we'll always have because we cannot possess them
Because I liked you better Than suits a man to say, It irked you, and I promised I'd throw the thought away. To put the world between us We parted stiff and dry: 'Farewell,' said you, 'forget me.' 'Fare well, I will,' said I. If e'er, where clover whitens The dead man's knoll, you pass, And no tall flower to meet you Starts in the trefoiled grass, Halt by the headstone shading The heart you have not stirred, And say the lad that loved you Was one that kept his word.
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