But how awful would that be? How terrible to live surrounded by the stark, sharp, hollowness of things that simply were enough?
Patrick RothfussRead
But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. This is rare and pure and perfect.
Interpretation
True love encompasses acceptance of imperfections and flaws.
This quote emphasizes the concept that genuine love goes beyond superficial admiration. It acknowledges that to truly love someone or something, one must accept and embrace their flaws, making this kind of love rare, pure, and perfect in its authenticity.
In practice
In a romantic speech celebrating years of marriage, this quote could highlight unconditional love.
But how awful would that be? How terrible to live surrounded by the stark, sharp, hollowness of things that simply were enough?
I wanted to tell her that she was the first beautiful thing I had seen in three years. That the sight of her yawning to the back of her hand was enough to drive the breath from me. How I sometimes lost the sense of her words in the sweet fluting of her voice. I wanted to say that if she were with me then somehow nothing could ever be wrong for me again.
Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating ... but there are other ways to understanding.
Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. There are seven words that will make a person love you. There are ten words that will break a strong man's will. But a word is nothing but a painting of a fire. A name is the fire itself.
How odd to watch a mortal kindle / Then to dwindle day by day / Knowing their bright souls are tinder / And the wind will have its way
All the truth in the world is held in stories.
He must have smiled at me, though I don't really know, but I don't like to think that I would love someone who hadn't first smiled at me.
If he were less well trained, and less careful, he would say hate. But he canβt 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.
But I can tell - let truth be told - That love will change in growing old; Though day by day is nought to see, So delicate his motions be.
Love is the expression of one's values, the greatest reward you can earn for the moral qualities you have achieved in your character and person, the emotional price paid by one man for the joy he receives from the virtues of another.
Almost everybody's happy to be a fool for love.
What if sometimes there is no choice about what to love? What if the temple comes to Mohammed? What if you just love? without deciding? You just do: you see her and in that instant are lost to sober account-keeping and cannot choose but to love?
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