Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the complexity and fear of deep emotional desires and the unpredictable nature of love.
Edgar Allan Poe's quote expresses the tumultuous and often frightening nature of love and desire. He likens the heart's insatiable cravings to a source of terror, highlighting how love can be both exhilarating and alarming as it persists in its pursuit of what it yearns for, often without regard for the consequences or the unpredictability involved.
In practice
Use this quote in a discussion about the complications of romantic relationships.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.
Most writers - poets in especial - prefer having it understood that they compose by a species of fine frenzy - an ecstatic intuition - and would positively shudder at letting the public take a peep behind the scenes.
...the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair.
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.
I could have clasped the red walls to my bosom as a garment of eternal peace. "Death," I said, "any death but that of the pit!" Fool! might I have not known that into the pit it was the object of the burning iron to urge me?
In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.
You have to give others the opportunity to love who you love. If they don't accept it, it's their loss.
Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.
Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness, of hatred, of jealousy, and, most easily of all, the gate of fear.
Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love.
Love and ever more love is the only solution to every problem that comes up. If we love each other enough, we will bear with each other's faults and burdens. If we love enough, we are going to light that fire in the hearts of others. And it is love that will burn out the sins and hatreds that sadden us. It is love that will make us want to do great things for each other. No sacrifice and no suffering will then seem too much.
Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.
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