I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist.
Frank O'HaraRead
Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous (and how the same names keep recurring on that interminable list!), but one of these days there'll be nothing left with which to venture forth. Why should I share you? Why don't you get rid of someone else for a change?
Interpretation
Heartbreak can lead to new adventures, but it also comes with emotional exhaustion.
This quote reflects on the paradox of heartbreak, suggesting that while each painful experience can inspire a sense of adventure and exploration, there is a limit to how much one can endure. The speaker expresses a longing for change in how love is experienced, questioning the patterns that lead to recurring pain, and hinting at the need for both adventure and emotional resilience in love.
In practice
In a speech about overcoming challenges, you could cite this quote to highlight the transformative power of heartbreak.
I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist.
I don't ... like rhythm, assonance, all that stuff. You just go on your nerve. If someone's chasing you down the street with a knife you just run, you don't turn around and shout, 'Give it up! I was a track star for Mineola Prep.'
I wouldn’t want to be faster or greener than now if you were with me O you were the best of all my days!
My heart is in my/ pocket. It is poems by Pierre Reverdy.
I don't believe in god, so I don't have to make elaborately sounded structures. ... Pain always produces logic, which is very bad for you. ... As for measure and other technical apparatus, that's just common sense: if you're going to buy a pair of pants you want them to be tight enough so everyone will want to go to bed with you. There's nothing metaphysical about it.
I can't even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there's a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life. It's more important to confirm the least sincere. The clouds get enough attention as it is.
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?
We're the bridge across forever, arching above the sea, adventuring for our pleasure, living mysteries for the fun of it, choosing disasters triumphs challenges impossible odds, testing ourselves over and again, learning love and love and love!
A long time ago, there were lovers that lived on the opposite ends of a river. They promised to meet when the camellia flowers bloomed. But it rained so much the boat couldn't cross the river. So the two couldn't meet, even though the camellia flowers had all bloomed. Lets meet again. Before the camellia flowers wilt.
Selfish people are in a way terribly capable of great loves.
He’s dozed off again, but I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he’d be happy to lie there gazing at me forever.
I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores. They even become killers.
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