We are slow to believe that which if believed would hurt our feelings.
OvidRead
Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses a deep emotional conflict and dependency on someone else.
In this quote, Ovid captures the paradox of love where one feels incomplete without their beloved, yet may also struggle with their own desires and identity. This highlights the complex and often tumultuous emotions that arise in romantic relationships, where attachment can lead to confusion about one's own wishes and sense of self.
Themes
LoveDependencyIdentityEmotionsRelationships
In practice
Example use cases
During a wedding speech to emphasize the depth of love between the couple.
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