All music is is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments.
Walt WhitmanRead
Now, dearest comrade, lift me to your face,_x000D_ _x000D_ We must separate awhileHere! take from my lips this kiss._x000D_ _x000D_ Whoever you are, I give it especially to you;_x000D_ _x000D_ So long!And I hope we shall meet again.
Interpretation
This quote expresses a deep emotional bond and a heartfelt farewell between two people.
In this poignant quote by Walt Whitman, the speaker addresses a dear friend or lover, asking to share a final kiss before parting ways. The emotions conveyed reflect a sense of intimacy, affection, and hope for reuniting in the future, emphasizing the strength of their connection and the bittersweet nature of separation.
In practice
In a farewell toast at a friend's departure, one might quote this to express the emotional bond shared.
All music is is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments.
Did you, too, O friend, suppose democracy was only for elections, for politics, and for a party name? I say democracy is only of use there that it may pass on and come to its flower and fruit in manners, in the highest forms of interaction between people, and their beliefs - in religion, literature, colleges and schools- democracy in all public and private life.
In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.
If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.
If we remember that God loves us, and that we can love others as He loves us, then America can become a sign of peace for the world. From here, a sign of care for the weakest of the weak - the unborn child - must go out to the world. If you become a burning light of justice and peace in the world, then really you will be true to what the founders of this country stood for. God bless you!
It is not beauty that endears, it's love that makes us see beauty.
Thus weary of the world, away she hies, And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid Their mistress mounted through the empty skies In her light chariot quickly is convey'd; Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen Means to immure herself and not be seen.
A city becomes a world when one loves one of its inhabitants.
Somebody," said Jacques, "your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour - and in the oddest places! - for the lack of it.
Retaliation is counter-poison and poison breeds more poison. The nectar of Love alone can destroy the poison of hate.
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