Sometimes Iβm 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.
I am still learning about love. I thought I understood it--not just mother love, but the love for one's parents, for one's husband, and for one's laotong. I've experienced the other types of love--pity love, respectful love and gratitude love. But looking at our secret fan with its messages written between Snow Flower and me over many years, I see that I didn't value the most important love--deep-heart love.
Love without risk is an impossibility, like war without death.
My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.
But it is just two lovers, holding hands and in a hurry to reach their car, their locked hands a starfish leaping through the dark.
I would give anything for a female's hand on me tonight. they soften a man and then leave him listening to the rain.
Nothing new here, except my marrying, which to me is a matter of profound wonder.
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