But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
Lord ByronRead
Absence - that common cure of love.
Interpretation
Absence often helps people heal from love, making them appreciate their feelings more.
In this quote, Lord Byron suggests that absence can serve as a remedy for love's pains, allowing individuals time to reflect and find clarity in their emotions. When lovers are apart, the distance can highlight their feelings and make them realize the value of their love, ultimately leading to growth whether apart or together.
In practice
In a romantic letter where one partner is traveling and wishes to convey their feelings of longing.
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.
For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
After all, damn it, what does being in love mean if you can't trust a person.
The point is to do something, however small, and show you care through your actions by giving your time.
A woman I loved [Andi Parhamovich] was killed in Baghdad in January 2007 β al-Qaeda in Iraq took credit for it β¦ The memorial service with me crying over an empty coffin.
I have loved you woman as surely as I have named you rust and sand and nylon.
God's heart calls to our hearts, inviting us to come out of ourselves, to forsake our human certainties, to trust in him and, by following his example, to make ourselves a gift of unbounded love.
How can so much beauty hide such a bruised and steely heart, and why must I love him, why must I lean in my weariness upon his irresistible yet indomitable strength? Is he not the wizend funeral spirit of a dead man in a child's clothes?
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.