If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers.
Interpretation
Loving something beautiful can bring joy in unexpected ways.
This quote suggests that love can enhance our appreciation of beauty and the world around us. Even though the flower is distant and exists only in imagination, the love for it enriches our experiences, allowing us to find sweetness and beauty in the night sky filled with stars that symbolize those flowers.
In practice
In a wedding speech to express the beauty of love and the joy it brings.
Grown-ups love figures... When you tell them you've made a new friend they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you "What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies? " Instead they demand "How old is he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make? " Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.
Attitude is a paintbrush. It colors everything!
Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself, thou fillest us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses.
In those days, I didn't understand anything. I should have judged her according to her actions, not her words. She perfumed my planet and lit up my life. I should never have run away! I ought to have realized the tenderness underlying her silly pretensions. Flowers are so contadictory! But I was too young to know how to love her.
When a mystery is too overpowering, one dare not disobey.
When the body sinks into death, the essence of man is revealed. Man is a knot, a web, a mesh into which relationships are tied. Only those relationships matter. The body is an old crock that nobody will miss. I have never known a man to think of himself when dying. Never.
The first lover is kept a long while, when no offer is made of a second.
I have loved to the point of madness; That which is called madness, That which to me, Is the only sensible way to love.
The prize of all too precious you.
For her I changed pebbles into diamonds, shoes into mirrors, I changed glass into water, I gave her wings and pulled birds from her ears and in her pockets she found the feathers, I asked a pear to become a pineapple, a pineapple to become a lightbulb, a lightbulb to become the moon, and the moon to become a coin I flipped for her love.
To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow - this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.
The person one loves never really exists, but is a projection focused through the lens of the mind onto whatever screen it fits with least distortion.
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