Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar.
Robert FrostRead
I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you.
Interpretation
This quote expresses the enduring connection and affection one has for a loved one, symbolized by the act of picking a flower.
In this quote, Robert Frost reflects on the journey of life and the sense of nostalgia that accompanies it. The act of picking a faded aster flower represents a gesture of love and remembrance, showing how we carry our memories and connections with us, even as time moves forward. It highlights the bittersweet nature of love, where beauty and impermanence coexist.
In practice
This quote could be used in a wedding speech to symbolize enduring love.
Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar.
You have freedom when you're easy in your harness.
God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live, And said "To you, my children, These lovely flowers I give. Prune ye my vines and fig trees, With care my flowers tend, But keep the pathway open Your home is at the end." God's Garden
'Warm in December, cold in June, you say?' _x000D_ _x000D_ I don't suppose the water's changed at all. _x000D_ _x000D_ You and I know enough to know it's warm _x000D_ _x000D_ Compared with cold, and cold compared with warm. _x000D_ _x000D_ But all the fun's in how you say a thing.
For, dear me, why abandon a belief, Merely because it ceases to be true, Cling to it long enough, and not a doubt, It will turn true again, for so it goes.
The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.
What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet? Love isn't the only word that fails. Hate does, too.
Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.
Some cry: 'Love me!!' Others: 'Don't love me!!' But a certain genus, the worst and most unhappy, cries: 'Don't love me and be faithful to me!!'
When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.
I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say.
I love how much love there is in the world of young adult and children's literature.
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