For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
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The life so brief, the art so long in the learning, the attempt so hard, the conquest so sharp, the fearful joy that ever slips away so quickly - by all this I mean love, which so sorely astounds my feeling with its wondrous operation, that when I think upon it I scarce know whether I wake or sleep.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love is complex and fleeting, often leaving us in awe and uncertainty.
This quote by Geoffrey Chaucer reflects on the paradoxes of love, highlighting its transient nature and the intense emotions it evokes. He suggests that while the art of loving takes time to master, the experiences of joy and pain associated with love are swift and profound, causing one to question their own reality in the face of such powerful feelings.
Themes
LoveComplexityEmotionTransienceArt
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be shared at a wedding to highlight the beauty and challenges of love.
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