Perhaps all romance is like that; not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life. Only a drama will do and while the fireworks last the sky is a different colour.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that romance transcends ordinary life and becomes a dramatic expression of unfulfilled dreams and desires.
Jeanette Winterson reflects on the nature of romance, portraying it as an intense experience that is far from a mere agreement between two people. Instead, she likens it to a spectacular explosion of aspirations and emotions that surface when individuals seek to escape their daily realities. In these moments, romantic love transforms ordinary life, making everything feel vibrant and extraordinary, akin to colorful fireworks lighting up the sky.
In practice
During a wedding toast, to illustrate the magic of love.
What is remembered is not a deed in stone but a metaphor. Meta = above. Pheren = to carry. That which is carried above the literalness of life. A way of thinking that avoids the problems of gravity. The word won't let me down. The single word that can release me from all that unuttered weight.
Reading things that are relevant to the facts of your life is of limited value. The facts are, after all, only the facts, and the yearning passionate part of you will not be met there. That is why reading ourselves as a fiction as well as fact is so liberating. The wider we read the freer we become.
I have a list of titles that I leave at the [library] desk, because they are bound to be written some day, and it's best to be ahead of the queue.
Woolf wanted to say dangerous things in Orlando but she did not want to say them in the missionary position.
In that house, you will find my heart. You must break in, Henri, and get it back for me.' Was she mad? We had been talking figuratively. Her heart was in her body like mine. I tried to explain this to her, but she took my hand and put it against her chest. Feel for yourself.
History is a string full of knots, the best you can do is admire it, and maybe tie it up a bit more. History is a hammock for swinging and a game for playing.
-Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.
Is it not a sad thing that after all Christ's love to us, we should repay it with lukewarm love to Him?
And she moves among the sparrows. And she floats upon the breeze. She moves among the flowers. She moves something deep inside of me
And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
God is love, generosity and forgiveness; if we believe in this, we will never allow our weaknesses to paralyse us.
I truly love my fans. Truly, truly from the heart. That's the real truth. I love them.
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