Does it ever stop? The wanting you?" "Even when I've just left ye. I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.
Diana GabaldonRead
Do you know,' he said again softly, addressing his hands, 'what it is to love someone, and never - never! - be able to give them peace, or joy, or happiness?' He looked up then, eyes filled with pain. 'To know that you cannot give them happiness, not through any fault of yours or theirs, but only because you were not born the right person for them?
Interpretation
The quote expresses the deep pain of loving someone but feeling inadequate to provide them happiness.
In this poignant reflection, the speaker articulates the anguish of unrequited love or love not fully realized, emphasizing that sometimes, despite our feelings and intentions, we might simply not be the right match for someone. This sentiment captures the heartache of knowing that one's love cannot fulfill the needs of another, highlighting the complexities of relationships where love exists but cannot translate into joy or contentment for the beloved.
In practice
During a heartfelt discussion about unrequited love at a gathering.
Does it ever stop? The wanting you?" "Even when I've just left ye. I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.
But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other, to hear it.
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There are things that I canna tell you, at least not yet. And I'll ask nothing of ye that ye canna give me. But what I would ask of ye---when you do tell me something, let it be the truth. And I'll promise ye the same. We have nothing now between us, save---respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies. Do ye agree?
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Love, and a cough, are not concealed.
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If he were less well trained, and less careful, he would say hate. But he can’t say it; it is too close to passion, and passion is too close to love, and love is amor deliria nervosa, the deadliest of all deadly things: It is the reason for the games of pretend, for the secret selves, for the spasms in the throat.
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You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
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