Every mouth you’ve ever kissed was just practice. All the bodies you’ve ever undressed and ploughed in to were preparing you for me. I don’t mind tasting them in the memory of your mouth. _x000D_ Was it a long journey? Did it take you long to find me? _x000D_ You’re here now, welcome home.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on past experiences leading to a meaningful relationship in the present.
Warsan Shire's quote emphasizes the importance of previous relationships and experiences in shaping one's ability to appreciate a significant connection. It suggests that each past interaction, no matter how fleeting, prepares us for a deeper bond with someone special, ultimately leading us to a feeling of belonging and home with that person.
In practice
During a heartfelt moment at a wedding, this quote can evoke nostalgia and gratitude for the journey that brought the couple together.
I’m not sad, but the boys who are looking for sad girls always find me. I’m not a girl anymore and I’m not sad anymore. You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn't he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.
We took such care of tomorrow, but died on the way there.
Document the moments you feel most in love with yourself - what you're wearing, who you're around, what you're doing. Recreate and repeat.
Make peace with your body, it's not manmade, there are no flaws, there are no mistakes.
You can't make homes out of human beings.
Make love like you have no secrets like you've never been left never been hurt like the world don't owe you a single wretched thing.
We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands -excerpt of #35 from "100 Selected Poems
Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.
We experience God to the extent to which we love, forgive, and focus on the good in others and ourselves.
The lover must often say, "I love because I must, because I will it. I love for myself, not for others. I love for the joy it gives me - and incedentally, only - for that joy it gives to others. If they reinforce me it will be good. If they do not, it also will be good, for I will to love."
She told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father Entirely to her love, but if she lost it Or made a gift of it, my father's eye Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt After new fancies.
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