“Clare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust.”
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Modern Relevance
In this quote from Audrey Niffenegger's novel "The Time Traveler's Wife," the character expresses a deep and enduring love for their partner. Despite the challenges and uncertainties of life, love remains the one constant. This theme of unwavering love in the midst of life's complexities continues to resonate with readers today.
Quote Analysis
In this quote from Audrey Niffenegger's novel, the speaker expresses deep and unwavering love for Clare. The metaphor of love as a thread through a labyrinth and a net under a high-wire walker highlights the speaker's belief in the constancy and reliability of their love. The speaker acknowledges the uncertainties and complexities of life, but asserts that their love for Clare is the one steadfast and trustworthy aspect of their existence. The quote conveys a sense of profound love and devotion that transcends the challenges and uncertainties of life.
Example of Usage
"Clare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust." - Audrey Niffenegger
Reflection Questions:
This quote from Audrey Niffenegger's novel, "The Time Traveler's Wife," speaks to the enduring power of love in the midst of life's uncertainties. Reflecting on this passage, consider the following questions:
- How does the metaphor of love being the "thread through the labyrinth" resonate with your own experiences of love?
- In what ways do you see love as a stabilizing force in your own life, amidst the unpredictability and challenges?
- How do you define trust in the context of a romantic relationship, and how does this quote speak to that definition?
- Reflect on a time when love was the only thing you could trust in a difficult situation. How did it sustain you?
- What does this quote reveal about the depth and complexity of the bond between Clare and her partner? How does it inspire you to cultivate similar levels of love and trust in your own relationships?
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“Our love has been the thread through thelabyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust.”
“Clare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust. Tonight I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself: as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you.”
“As I penetrate Clare she looks at me and I think I don’t exist and a second later she turns her head and sees me. She cries out, not loudly, and looks back at me, above her, in her. Then she remembers, accepts it, this is pretty strange but it’s okay, and in this moment I love her more than life.”
“Oh. A bigger studio. It dawns on me, stupid me, that Henry could win the lottery at any time at all; that he has never bothered to do so because it's not normal; that he has decided to set aside his fanatical dedication to living like a normal person so I can have a studio big enough to roller-skate across; that I am being an ingrate."Clare? Earth to Clare...""Thank you," I say, too abruptly.”
“You didn’t answer my question. I asked you about being in love. You said what it was like when your wife went away.”Martin sat down again. How young she is. When we were that young we invented the world, no one could tell us a thing. Julia stood with her hands clenched, as though she wanted to pound an answer out of him. “Being in love is…anxious,” he said. “Wanting to please, worrying that she will see me as I really am. But wanting to be known. That is…you’re naked, moaning in the dark, no dignity at all…I wanted her to see me and to love me even though she knew everything I am, and I knew her. Now she’s gone, and my knowledge is incomplete. So all day I imagine what she is doing, what she says and who she talks to, how she looks. I try to supply the missing hours, and it gets harder as they pile up, all the time she’s been gone. I have to imagine. I don’t know, really. I don’t know any more.”
“Clare on Henry:Do you ever wonder if I'm real? Maybe I'm dreaming of you. Maybe you're dreaming of me; maybe we only exist in each other's dreams and every morning when we wake up we forget all about each other.”