Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again."_x000D_ _x000D_ "Hell," I said, "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?"_x000D_ _x000D_ "Yes. I want to ruin you."_x000D_ _x000D_ "Good," I said. "That's what I want too.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the passionate and often tumultuous nature of love.
In this dialogue between two lovers, there is a deep yearning for connection and an acknowledgment of the destructive potential of their love. The characters express a desire to fully immerse themselves in their feelings, even if it leads to chaos or heartbreak, highlighting the intensity and complexity of romantic relationships.
In practice
In a romantic setting, during a heartfelt conversation about the nature of their relationship.
He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife. He only dreamed of places now and the lions on the beach. They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy. He never dreamed about the boy. He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on.
How did you go bankrupt?" Two ways. Gradually, then suddenly.
When you have shot one bird flying you have shot all birds flying. They are all different and they fly in different ways but the sensation is the same and the last one is as good as the first.
There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.
Wine is the most civilized thing in the world.
There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it's like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges.
If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain edges and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.
and you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you
You sacrificed for us - you're the real MVP.
How obvious it is now--the gift you gave him. All those letters, they were you... All those beautiful powerful words, they were you!.. The voice from the shadows, that was you... You always loved me!" Roxanne
Love, to her, was something hat comes suddenly, like a blinding flash of lightening - a heaven-sent storm hurled into life, uprooting it, sweeping every will before it like a leaf, engulfing all feelings.
Some men know that a light touch of the tongue, running from a woman's toes to her ears, lingering in the softest way possible in various places in between, given often enough and sincerely enough, would add immeasurably to world peace.
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