It must be that I am dreaming, and that I shall awaken in a moment to see that awful knife descending toward my heart- kiss me, dear, just once before I lose my dream forever." -Jane-
Edgar Rice BurroughsRead
Yes, I was a fool, but I was in love, and though I was suffering the greatest misery I had ever known I would not have had it otherwise for all the riches of Barsoom. Such is love, and such are lovers wherever love is known.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love can bring immense joy but also significant pain, and true lovers embrace both.
This quote expresses the dual nature of love, highlighting that true love can result in both profound joy and deep suffering. The speaker reflects on their own experiences, admitting to feeling like a fool due to their love, yet they would not trade that experience for anything else, emphasizing the value and depth of true romantic feelings above all material wealth.
Themes
LoveSufferingJoyRichesFoolishnessEmotion
In practice
Example use cases
During a wedding toast, one might quote this to celebrate the power of love despite its challenges.
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