A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the anticipation and quiet yearning associated with longing for love and new beginnings.
Sara Teasdale's quote captures a moment of stillness and expectation, where the silence signifies the deep longing that often accompanies the search for love. It beautifully compares the world’s anticipation of spring—symbolizing renewal and growth—to the way women silently await love, highlighting the universal theme of hope and the natural cycles of life.
In practice
This quote could be used in a wedding speech to emphasize the beauty of love and patience.
As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose, _x000D_ _x000D_ Float in the garden when no wind blows, _x000D_ _x000D_ Come to us, go from us, whence no one knows; _x000D_ _x000D_ So the old tunes float in my mind, _x000D_ _x000D_ And go from me leaving no trace behind, _x000D_ _x000D_ Like fragrance borne on the hush of the wind.
From my spirit's gray defeat, From my pulse's flagging beat, From my hopes that turned to sand Sifting through my close-clenched hand, From my own fault's slavery, If I can sing, I still am free. For with my singing I can make A refuge for my spirit's sake, A house of shining words, to be My fragile immortality.
I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder As you and I once heard their monotone. Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me The cold and sparkling silver of the sea -- We two will pass through death and ages lengthen Before you hear that sound again with me.
Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing, Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. The grasshopper's horn, and far-off, high in the maples, The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence Under a moon waning and worn, broken, Tired with summer.
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
For I shall learn from flower and leaf, That color every drop they hold, To change the lifeless wine of grief To living gold.
That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
You have to wait together - for a week, for a year, for a lifetime, before the final intimate conversation may be attained ... and exhausted. So that ... That in effect was love.
Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.
The inner reality of love can be recognized only by love.
The most heartbreakingly beautiful girl I ever hope to see
It's beauty that captures your attention. personality which captures your heart.
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