Love & Passion Quote by Harry Crosby

Gossip and myth do the work of grief here: a “young wizard” rumored into being because ordinary language can’t bear the idea that love ends cleanly. Crosby frames the figure as perpetually out of reach - “we hear various reports… we can never find” - a neat admission that the desire itself manufactures its own folklore. The wizard is less a person than a fantasy technology, the artisanal fix for the one defect in romance: time.

The image of “grafting” is the quote’s sly engine. It’s not ethereal fusion; it’s surgery. Love becomes an operation performed on the self, an invasive splice meant to make two interiors botanically compatible. That choice carries a subtext of modernity: early-20th-century confidence in technique, in the possibility that the right procedure could beat the oldest law. Then Crosby undercuts it with the “sharp scissors of the Fates,” importing Greek inevitability to remind us that even the most extravagant workaround still imagines destiny as a craft table, not a courtroom. The Fates aren’t thunderbolts; they’re meticulous cutters.

Crosby’s context matters. Writing in the jazz-age halo of excess and catastrophe, he’s both intoxicated by romantic absolutism and brutally aware of its fragility. The sentence stretches, almost breathless, like a prayer that keeps adding clauses to delay the final cut. Its intent isn’t to offer belief, but to dramatize the human impulse to seek an impossible artisan who could make attachment permanent - and to expose how thin that hope feels once you name the blades.