Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
John DonneRead
Dull sublunary lovers' love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it.
Interpretation
The quote expresses that physical love is tied to presence and cannot endure absence.
In this quote, John Donne reflects on the nature of earthly, physical love, arguing that such love relies heavily on the physical presence of the beloved. He suggests that when lovers are apart, the essence of their connection diminishes, as their love is rooted in sensory experiences and tangible interaction, making absence detrimental to their bond.
In practice
Sharing this quote during a wedding speech to highlight the importance of presence in love.
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?
Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
I call not that virginity a virtue, which resideth onely in the bodies integrity; much less if it be with a purpose of perpetually keeping it: for then it is a most inhumane vice. - But I call that Virginity a virtue which is willing and desirous to yield it self upon honest and lawfull terms, when just reason requireth; and until then, is kept with a modest chastity of body and mind.
There’s something so great about this,” she whispers. About what?” I whisper back. About this,” she whispers. About being outlaws. It’s just you and me—against the world.
Whatever our religion, we know that if we really want to love, we must first learn to forgive before anything else.
Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true body lives.
Admiration is a very short lived passion that immediately decays upon growing familiar with its object, unless it still be fed with fresh discoveries, and kept alive by a new perpetual succession of miracles rising up to its view.
But who can distinguish between falling in love and imagining falling in love? Even genuinely falling in love is an act of the imagination.
What love we've given, we'll have forever.
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