There's life for you. Spend the best years of your life studying penmanship and rhetoric and syntax and Beowulf and George Eliot, and then somebody steals your pencil.
Dorothy ParkerRead
The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.
Interpretation
This quote expresses the pain of unrequited love and the feelings of loss associated with it.
In this quote, Dorothy Parker poignantly captures the deep sorrow and emotional turmoil that often accompanies loving someone who does not return those feelings. The imagery of the 'sun' and 'moon' losing their brightness symbolizes the despair and darkness that infiltrate one's life when love is one-sided, highlighting the intensity of unreciprocated affection and its impact on the heart.
In practice
In a speech about the trials of love, one might use this quote to illustrate the pain of unreciprocated feelings.
There's life for you. Spend the best years of your life studying penmanship and rhetoric and syntax and Beowulf and George Eliot, and then somebody steals your pencil.
My land is bare of chattering folk; / the clouds are low along the ridges, / and sweet's the air with curly smoke / from all my burning bridges.
Prince or commoner, tenor or bass, Painter or plumber or never-do-well, Do me a favor and shut your face - Poets alone should kiss and tell.
They say of me, and so they should, It's doubtful if I come to good. I see acquaintances and friends Accumulating dividends And making enviable names In science, art and parlor games. But I, despite expert advice, Keep doing things I think are nice, And though to good I never come Inseparable my nose and thumb.
It is that word 'hunny,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
I canβt write five words but that I change seven.
Young love needs dangers and barriers to nourish it.
God mark thee to His grace! Thou was the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed. And might I live to see thee married once, I have my wish.
Affection should not be too sharp eyed, and love is not made by magnifying glasses.
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
And you're sorry that the ephemeral beauty has faded so rapidly, so irretrievably, that it flashed so deceptively and pointlessly before your eyes - you're sorry, for you didn't even have time to fall in love.
Let not your love become attachment, nor your hate become destruction.
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