If two lives join, there is oft a scar. They are one and one, with a shadowy third; One near one is too far.
Robert BrowningRead
Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.
Interpretation
This quote expresses a desire to return to a state of tranquility in a relationship, free from conflict or sadness.
In this quote, Robert Browning captures the essence of seeking peace in a relationship, urging that all arguments and emotional strife should cease, and that the couple should return to a state of harmony and comfort, akin to peaceful sleep. The imagery of love at rest symbolizes a longing for solace and simplicity amidst the complications of love.
In practice
During an anniversary speech to reflect on overcoming challenges in love.
If two lives join, there is oft a scar. They are one and one, with a shadowy third; One near one is too far.
Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.
I think, am sure, a brother's love exceeds_x000D_ _x000D_ All the world's loves in its unworldliness.
I dare not so honor my mere wishes and prayers as to put them for a moment beside your noble acts; but this know, I would rather submit to the worst of deaths, so far as pain goes, than have a single dog or cat tortured on the pretence of sparing me a twinge or two.
How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark Autumn evenings come, And where, my soul, is thy pleasant hue? With the music of all thy voices, dumb In lifeβs November too! I shall be found by the fire, suppose, Oβer a great wise book as beseemeth age, While the shutters flap as the cross-wind blows, And I turn the page, and I turn the page, Not verse now, only prose!
How good is life, the mere living!
I will tell you that when I was heavy, people would say to me - and it was such a backhanded compliment - they would say, 'You've got such a beautiful face,' in the way of, like, 'Oh, isn't it a shame that from the neck down you're questionable.'
It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.
She was loved deeply, but not widely
To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia - to mistake an ordinary young woman for a goddess.
He was my cream, and I was his coffee - And when you poured us together, it was something.
Because we never stop silently loving those who we once loved out loud
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