Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?
Interpretation
This quote expresses the complex and painful nature of love, highlighting its beauty and suffering.
Pablo Neruda's quote captures the dual nature of love, illustrating how it can be both beautiful and painful. The imagery of a 'violet with its crown of thorns' symbolizes love's delicate beauty marred by sorrow and rage, suggesting that love can simultaneously bring joy and deep emotional wounds. The question of how love has the power to 'conquer' one's soul reflects the intense and sometimes uncontrollable nature of romantic feelings, which can lead to profound vulnerability.
In practice
In a wedding speech, to reflect on the beauty and challenges of love.
Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood?
I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.” - Verb.
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.
And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.
Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout.
I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.
A kiss that is never tasted, is forever and ever wasted.
I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain, and twenty times that.
I love Marvel and the people there. Im glad I m still part of it.
She was happy, and perfectly in line with the tradition of those women they used to call "ruined," "fallen," feckless, bitches in heat, ravished dolls, sweet sluts, instant princesses, hot numbers, great lays, succulent morsels, everybody's darlings . . .
He was my cream, and I was his coffee - And when you poured us together, it was something.
I heard of a man who says words so beautifully that if he only speaks their name women give themselves to him. If I am dumb beside your body while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside our door.
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.