Real magic can never be made by offering someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.
Peter S. BeagleRead
Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.
Interpretation
This quote expresses deep affection and longing for someone special.
The quote illustrates the profound emotional connection the speaker feels towards another person, symbolized by the imagery of their name being a treasured bell within the speaker's heart. This metaphor suggests that the speaker would go to great lengths, even suffering physical pain, just to utter the beloved's name, highlighting the intensity of their love and devotion.
In practice
In a wedding speech to express deep love and commitment.
Real magic can never be made by offering someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.
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Her life with others no longer interests him. He wants only her stalking beauty, her theatre of expressions. He wants the minute secret reflection between them, the depth of field minimal, their foreignness intimate like two pages of a closed book.
You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.
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