Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
John DonneRead
For I am every dead thing In whom love wrought new alchemy For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull privations, and lean emptiness He ruined me, and I am re-begot Of absence, darkness, death; things which are not.
Interpretation
The quote expresses how love can transform even the most desolate parts of existence into something profound and meaningful.
In this quote, John Donne delves into the power of love and its ability to create beauty and significance from what appears to be lost or void. He uses metaphors of death and emptiness to illustrate that love, like alchemy, can turn these negatives into something potent and renewed, highlighting the transformative nature of love itself.
In practice
During a wedding ceremony to express the power of 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.
Our Mother Mary is full of beauty because she is full of grace.
Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive.
There's a moment when love makes you believe in death for the first time. You recognize the one whose loss, even contemplated, you'll carry forever, like a sleeping child. All grief, anyone's grief...is the weight of a sleeping child.
One act of pure love in saving life is greater than spending the whole of one's time in religious offerings to the gods . . .
How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?
A good woman is the loveliest flower that blooms under heaven; and we look with love and wonder upon its silent grace, its pure fragrance, its delicate bloom of beauty.
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