The deep joy we take in the company of people with whom we have just recently fallen in love is undisguisable.
Interpretation
The joy of being with someone you love newly is transparent and genuine.
This quote expresses the profound happiness that comes from being with a romantic partner whom you have just started to love. It highlights the intensity and purity of emotions during the early stages of love, where the excitement and joy are apparent and unfiltered.
In practice
In a wedding speech, one might reference this quote to highlight the beautiful beginnings of a couple's love story.
For me a page of good prose is where one hears the rain. A page of good prose is when one hears the noise of battle.... A page of good prose seems to me the most serious dialogue that well-informed and intelligent men and women carry on today in their endeavor to make sure that the fires of this planet burn peaceably.
For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain and the noise of battle. It has the power to give grief or universality that lends it a youthful beauty.
The world that was not mine yesterday now lies spread out at my feet, a splendor. I seem, in the middle of the night, to have returned to the world of apples, the orchards of Heaven. Perhaps I should take my problems to a shrink, or perhaps I should enjoy the apples that I have, streaked with color like the evening sky.
What I am going to write is the last of what I have to say. I will say that literature is the only consciousness we possess and that its role as consciousness must inform us of our ability to comprehend the hideous danger of nuclear power.
Art is the triumph over chaos.
The short story is the literature of the nomad.
She is your treasure, she must have a husband;_x000D_ _x000D_ I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day,_x000D_ _x000D_ And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell.
Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. I tilted my head back. The stars looked like they were close together, when really they were millions of miles apart. In the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.
Ah when will this long weary day have end, And lend me leave to come unto my love? How slowly do the hours their numbers spend! How slowly does sad Time his feathers move!
Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces β and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper β love her, love her, love her!
You dance love, and you dance joy, and you dance dreams.
Thou saw'st the locked lovers when leaping from their flaming ship; heart to heart they sank beneath the exulting wave; true to each other, when heaven seemed false to them.
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