Yes, I was a fool, but I was in love, and though I was suffering the greatest misery I had ever known I would not have had it otherwise for all the riches of Barsoom. Such is love, and such are lovers wherever love is known.
Edgar Rice BurroughsRead
It must be that I am dreaming, and that I shall awaken in a moment to see that awful knife descending toward my heart- kiss me, dear, just once before I lose my dream forever." -Jane-
Interpretation
The quote expresses a deep sense of love mixed with fear of losing that love.
In this poignant quote, the speaker reflects on a profound emotional experience, where the intensity of love is intertwined with a dread of impending loss. The imagery of a knife descending toward the heart suggests a threatening reality that looms over the dream of love, emphasizing the desire for a final, tender moment before that dream is shattered, evoking themes of vulnerability and the ephemeral nature of joy in love.
In practice
During a romantic dinner, you might share this quote to convey the depth of your feelings.
Yes, I was a fool, but I was in love, and though I was suffering the greatest misery I had ever known I would not have had it otherwise for all the riches of Barsoom. Such is love, and such are lovers wherever love is known.
It never seems to occur to some people, that, like beauty, a sense of humor may sometimes be fatal.
No fiction is worth reading except for entertainment. If it entertains and is clean, it is good literature, or its kind. If it forms the habit of reading, in people who might not read otherwise, it is the best literature.
Am I alive and a reality, or am I but a dream?
This was life! Ah, how he loved it! Civilization held nothing like this in its narrow and circumscribed sphere, hemmed in by restrictions and conventionalities. Even clothes were a hindrance and a nuisance. At last he was free. He had not realized what a prisoner he had been.
I shall have to believe even though I cannot understand.
Everytime you grab at love you will lose a snowflake of your memory
Without love, all worship is a burden, all dancing is a chore, all music is mere noise.
the instant he knew he loved her, she slipped down his body and out of his arms
And the boy loved the tree.......very much. And the tree was happy.
She rested her head against his and felt, for the first time, what she would often feel with him: a self-affection. He made her like herself. With him, she was at ease; her skin felt as though it was her right size.. It seemed so natural, to talk to him about odd things. She had never done that before. The trust, so sudden and yet so complete, and the intimacy, frightened her.. But now she could think only of all the things she yet wanted to tell him, wanted to do with him.
Love, love, love, says Percy. And hurry as fast as you can along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust. Then, go to sleep. Give up your body heat, your beating heart. Then, trust.
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