If two lives join, there is oft a scar. They are one and one, with a shadowy third; One near one is too far.
Robert BrowningRead
Might she have loved me? just as well She might have hated, who can tell!
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the uncertainty of love and emotions, suggesting that feelings can vary greatly.
Robert Browning's quote explores the ambiguity of affection and how it is often difficult to discern what someone truly feels. The speaker ponders whether love could have existed in a relationship, equally acknowledging that hate could also have been a possibility, emphasizing the complexity and unpredictability of human emotions.
Themes
LoveEmotionsUncertaintyRelationships
In practice
Example use cases
In a romantic setting, one might use this quote to express the doubts about mutual feelings.
More from Robert Browning
All quotes βTis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.
Robert BrowningRead
I think, am sure, a brother's love exceeds_x000D_ _x000D_ All the world's loves in its unworldliness.
Robert BrowningRead
I dare not so honor my mere wishes and prayers as to put them for a moment beside your noble acts; but this know, I would rather submit to the worst of deaths, so far as pain goes, than have a single dog or cat tortured on the pretence of sparing me a twinge or two.
Robert BrowningRead
How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark Autumn evenings come, And where, my soul, is thy pleasant hue? With the music of all thy voices, dumb In lifeβs November too! I shall be found by the fire, suppose, Oβer a great wise book as beseemeth age, While the shutters flap as the cross-wind blows, And I turn the page, and I turn the page, Not verse now, only prose!
Robert BrowningRead
How good is life, the mere living!
Robert BrowningRead
Similar quotes
They were stars on this stage, each playing to an audience of two: the passion of their pretense created the actuality. Here, finally, was the quintessence of self-expression-- yet it was probable that for the most part their love expressed Gloria rather than Anthony. He felt often like a scarecly tolerated guest at a party she was giving.
F. Scott FitzgeraldRead
Remember me and smile, for it's better to forget than to remember me and cry.
Dr. SeussRead
If his voice hasn't been the melody of my life, it's been the bass line, so subtle you don't notice it until it's missing.
Jodi PicoultRead
My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours.
Frida KahloRead
Here my tears are falling, Nastenka. Let them flow, let them flow - they don't hurt anybody. They will dry Nastenka.
Fyodor DostoevskyRead
We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.
Jack KerouacRead