Although love dwells in gorgeous palaces, and sumptuous apartments, more willingly than in miserable and desolate cottages, it cannot be denied but that he sometimes causes his power to be felt in the gloomy recesses of forests, among the most bleak and rugged mountains, and in the dreary caves of a desert.
Interpretation
Love can thrive in any environment, whether lavish or desolate.
This quote by Giovanni Boccaccio suggests that love is not confined to beautiful or opulent places. Instead, it possesses the remarkable ability to manifest in the most unexpected and unadorned locations, emphasizing that love transcends material wealth and can bring joy even in the harshest conditions.
In practice
This quote could be used at a wedding ceremony to emphasize that love's strength is not dependent on wealth.
You must read, you must persevere, you must sit up nights, you must inquire, and exert the utmost power of your mind. If one way does not lead to the desired meaning, take another; if obstacles arise, then still another; until, if your strength holds out, you will find that clear which at first looked dark.
To have compassion for those who suffer is a human quality which everyone should possess, especially those who have required comfort themselves in the past and have managed to find it in others.
Human it is to have compassion on the unhappy.
Kissed mouth don’t lose its fortune, on the contrary it renews itself just as the moon does.
Love and war are the same thing, and stratagems and policy are as allowable in the one as in the other.
Then again, you cannot stop the flood of desire as it moves through the world, inappropriate though it may sometimes be. It is the prerogative of all humans to make ludicrous choices, to fall in love with the most unlikely of partners, and to set themselves up for the most predicatable of calamities.
We talked, she and I. She asked about my work and it was a pretense, she was not interested in my work. And when I answered, it was a pretense. I was not interested in my work either. There was only one thing that interested us, and she knew it. She had made it plain by her coming.
Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love.
Love will never be ideal until man recovers from the illusion that he can be just a little bit faithful or a little bit married.
I'll make you mine, lovers said in old books. They never said, I'll make you me.
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