I've learned two things in my life. One that love is the beginning and end of all meaning. And two that it is the same thing whatever shape our souls have taken on this journey. Love is love. Is love.
Interpretation
Love is central to life's meaning and remains constant regardless of our experiences.
In this quote, Clive Barker emphasizes the profound significance of love in our lives, suggesting that it is both the foundation and culmination of our existence. He also implies that love transcends the different forms our lives may take, highlighting its universal nature and the idea that love, in its essence, remains unchanged despite the varied experiences of our souls throughout their journeys.
In practice
This quote can be used in a wedding speech to emphasize the importance of love in the couple's journey.
Of course it’s the apparently tranquil periods that deceive us. Though our instruments or our senses or our wits may not be able to see the processes that are leading toward these clusters of events, they’re happening. The star, the wheel, the butterfly—all are in a subtle state of unrest, waiting for the moment when some invisible mechanism signals that the time has come. Then the star explodes; the wheel makes poor men rich; the butterfly mates and dies.
We’re too much ourselves. Afraid of letting go of what we are, in case we are nothing, and holding on so tight, we lose everything else.
In this sense love is of a different order to any other phenomenon, for it may be both an event and a sign of that invisible mechanism I spoke of before; perhaps the finest sign, the most certain. In it’s throes we need neither luck nor science. We are the wheel, and the man who profits by it. We are the star, and the darkness it pierces. We are the butterfly, brief and beautiful.
Perhaps a wiser eye than hers would be able to read tomorrow in tonight's stars, but where was the fun in that? It was better not to know. Better to be alive in the Here and the Now--in this bright, laughing moment--and let the Hours to come take care of themselves.
With the inevitability of a tongue returning to probe a painful tooth, we come back and back and back again to our fears, sitting to talk them over with the eagerness of a hungry man before a full and steaming plate.
You cut up a thing that's alive and beautiful to find out how it's alive and why it's beautiful, and before you know it, it's neither of those things, and you're standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.
A disciple having asked for a definition of charity, the Master said LOVE ONE ANOTHER.
It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.
Love never claims, it ever gives. Love ever suffers, never resents never revenges itself.
La Maga did not know that my kisses were like eyes which began to open up beyond her, and that I went along outside as if I saw a different concept of the world, the dizzy pilot of a black prow which cut the water of time and negated it.
What was said to the rose that made it open, was said to me, here in my chest.
Young poets bewail the passing of love; old poets, the passing of time. There is surprisingly little difference.
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