Don't we forgive everything of a lover? We forgive selfishness, desire, guile. As long as we are the motive for it...There are some European words you can never translate properly into another language.
Michael OndaatjeRead
Women want everything of a lover. And too often I would sink below the surface. So armies disappear under sand. And there was her fear of her husband, her belief in her honour, my old desire for self-sufficiency, my disappearances, her suspicions of me, my disbelief that she loved me. The paranoia and claustrophobia of hidden love.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects the complexity and fears present in intimate relationships, highlighting desires, doubts, and the struggles of love.
In this quote, Michael Ondaatje explores the tumultuous emotions that arise in romantic relationships, particularly the fears and insecurities related to love and trust. The imagery of armies disappearing under sand symbolizes the feelings of disappearing or being overwhelmed under pressures of love, while also touching on themes of suspicion, self-sufficiency, and the inner conflicts that partners may experience when navigating their feelings for one another. This reflection on the paradoxes of love underscores the weight of expectations and the crumbling foundations that often accompany the pursuit of deep connections.
Themes
LoveRelationshipsFearTrustEmotionsComplexity
In practice
Example use cases
Sharing this quote in a discussion about the intricacies of love in a relationship class.
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