A dream has power to poison sleep.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyRead
To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote expresses the idea that love transcends time and distance, allowing two hearts to feel connected even in the darkness of night.
In this quote, Percy Bysshe Shelley conveys a beautiful sentiment about love and connection. He suggests that when two people are truly in love, their connection is so deep that they don't experience the separation commonly associated with nightfall; instead, they remain emotionally intertwined despite physical distance or the darkness surrounding them. It reflects the idea that true love persists through challenges, making the night seem less daunting and more comforting.
Themes
LoveConnectionNightHeartsEternity
In practice
Example use cases
Use this quote in a wedding speech to illustrate the enduring bond between two lovers.
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