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Love is the world's infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of its opposites, a magnificent rose smelling faintly of blood.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love encompasses both beauty and pain, embodying contradictions that define human experience.
This quote by Tony Kushner explores the nature of love as a complex and opposing force. It suggests that love is not just a pure and wonderful emotion; instead, it is intertwined with negative aspects like lies and hatred. The imagery of a rose, beautiful yet with a hint of blood, illustrates how love can be both a source of joy and suffering, highlighting the coexistence of good and evil within it.
Themes
LovePainContradictionEmotionDuality
In practice
Example use cases
In a discussion about the complexity of relationships, this quote can highlight how love involves both joy and sadness.
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