Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
Interpretation
The quote expresses deep admiration and almost spiritual reverence for someone through the metaphor of their eyes as places of tranquility and hope.
Alfred Lord Tennyson's quote conveys that the person's eyes are more than just a physical feature; they represent a sanctuary where silent, heartfelt wishes and prayers dwell. This metaphor suggests a profound connection and the beauty of inner thoughts and feelings that can be observed through the eyes, painting a picture of love and deep emotional resonance.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a wedding ceremony to emphasize the beauty of love.
Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.
How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!
Earth is dry to the centre,_x000D_ But spring, a new comer,_x000D_ A spring rich and strange,_x000D_ Shall make the winds blow_x000D_ Round and round,_x000D_ Thro' and thro',_x000D_ Here and there,_x000D_ Till the air_x000D_ And the ground_x000D_ Shall be fill'd with life anew.
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus
The prayers of a lover are more imperious than the menaces of the whole world
Beloved, till life can charm no more; And mourned, till Pity's self be dead.
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven
Love is a form of prejudice. I have too many other prejudices.
… and we are in bed together laughing and we don’t care about anything.
My sweetheart! When I think of you, it's as if I'm holding some healing balm to my sick soul, and although i suffer for you, i find that even suffering for you is easy.
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