A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the beauty of romantic connections that do not require commitment or possession.
F. Scott Fitzgerald suggests that the act of a woman kissing a man can be a profound expression of affection and beauty, independent of any expectations or long-term commitments. It highlights the idea that love and romance can exist purely for the moment, without the need for titles or societal roles, celebrating the freedom and depth of human connections.
In practice
This quote could be shared at a romantic gathering to highlight the joy of passion without commitment.
Don't be so anxious about it,' she laughed. 'I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do; I never got the trick of it.' She looked down at him, shy and fatigued. 'So here we are. I told you years ago that I had the makings of Cinderella.' He took her hand; she drew it back instinctively and then replaced it in his. 'Beg your pardon. Not even used to being touched. But I'm not afraid of you, if you stay quiet and don't move suddenly.
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.
It was about then [1920] that I wrote a line which certain people will not let me forget: "She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven."
The words seemed to bite physically into Gatsby.
But you can love more than just one person, can't you?
A sudden gust of rain blew over them and then another - as if small liquid clouds were bouncing along the land. Lightning entered the sea far off and the air blew full of crackling thunder. The table cloths blew around the pillars. They blew and blew and blew. The flags twisted around the red chairs like live things, the banners were ragged, the corners of the table tore off through the burbling billowing ends of the cloths.
So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.
My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
In this is love, not that we loved God but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins. Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.
I loved you backward and forward in time. I loved you beyond boundaries of time and space.
When my love swears that she is made of truth, _x000D_ _x000D_ I do believe her, though I know she lies.
Kiss me out of desire, but not consolation.
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