Everytime you grab at love you will lose a snowflake of your memory
Interpretation
Chasing love may lead to losing fragments of our memories.
This quote suggests that in the pursuit of love, individuals may become so consumed by their desires or attachments that they inadvertently forget or lose parts of themselves, symbolized by 'snowflakes of your memory'. It reflects the idea that love, while enriching, can also result in moments of vulnerability or loss as one becomes more invested emotionally.
In practice
During a heartfelt conversation about relationships, this quote can serve to illustrate the bittersweet nature of love.
What is most original in a man's nature is often that which is most desperate. Thus new systems are forced on the world by men who simply cannot bear the pain of living with what is. Creators care nothing for their systems except that they be unique. If Hitler had been born in Nazi Germany he wouldn't have been content to enjoy the atmosphere.
I always thought that poetry is the verdict that others give to a certain kind of writing. So to call yourself a poet is a kind of dangerous description. It's for others; it's for others to use.
Be With Me In The Phases Of My Work Because My Brain Feels Like It Has Been Whipped And I Yearn To Make A Small Perfect Thing Which Will Live In Your Morning Like Curious Static Through A President's Elegy Or A Nude Hunchback Acquiring A Tan On The Crowded Oily Beach.
I heard of a man who says words so beautifully that if he only speaks their name women give themselves to him. If I am dumb beside your body while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside our door.
I think what we like about music - and what we like about art in general....is that enterprise that stops our minds from spinning. Because we're always all over the place. A good song, a good lyric is a movie: it will just focus and calm and confer significance on this completely bewildering reality that all of us live in.
Most of the time one is discouraged by the work, but now and again by some grace something stands out and invites you to work on it, to elaborate it or animate it in some way. It's a mysterious process.
Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.
The loss of love is the loss of all rights, even though one had them all.
But at the end, if we are brave enough to love, if we are strong enough to forgive, if we are generous enough to rejoice in another's happiness, and if we are wise enough to know that there is enough love to go around for us all, then we can achieve a fulfillment that no other living creature will ever know, we can reenter paradise.
I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores. They even become killers.
Charity, patience and tenderness are very beautiful gifts. If you have them, you want to share them with others.
Now itβs high watermark and floodtide in the heart and time to go. The sea-nymphs in the spray will be the chorus now. Whatβs left to say? Suspect too much sweet-talk but never close your mind. It was a fortunate wind that blew me here. I leave half-ready to believe that a crippled trust might walk and the half-true rhyme is love.
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