Anna AkhmatovaI know: yes, no, even I must tear off The delicate daisy petals. Everyone on earth is destined to feel The torments of love.
About This Quote
In this quote, you can see that the author is struggling with his feelings for a particular individual. He wants to admit his love but he doesn’t know how to say it in a way that will make the person feel special. He also knows that even he must tear off the delicate petals of the daisy, which means that he has to be willing to let her go. He is trying to be honest with himself and therefore, he is acknowledging that even he must feel the pain of love.
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