You were made to be kissed, often and well.
George R. R. MartinRead
We all support the idea of a strong marriage, we all clearly like a good party. Call us hopeless romantics, call it the triumph of hope over experience - most of us think when people love each other and want to make that long-term commitment, that is a wonderful thing. So why would we stop a loving couple getting married just because they are gay?
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote advocates for marriage equality and acknowledges the beauty of love in all its forms.
Yvette Cooper highlights the universal support for love and strong marriages, arguing that love should not be restricted by gender. She emphasizes the hope and commitment that accompany love while questioning the rationale behind denying marriage rights to same-sex couples, asserting that love is a wonderful thing regardless of the partners' genders.
Themes
MarriageLoveEqualityCommitmentHope
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be shared at a pride event to emphasize the importance of marriage equality.
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