Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
W. H. AudenRead
Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep
Interpretation
The quote reflects the unpredictable and often ephemeral nature of love and emotions.
In this quote, W. H. Auden emphasizes the complexities and mysteries of love. He suggests that love is something we cannot control or fully understand, highlighting its transient nature as well as the sorrow that often accompanies it. The imagery of weeping and the inability to retain love captures the bittersweet experience of human connection.
In practice
During a wedding toast to celebrate the complexity of relationships.
Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
That the speech of self-disclosure should be translatable seems to me very odd, but I am convinced that it is. The conclusion that I draw is that the only quality which all human being without exception possess is uniqueness: any characteristic, on the other hand, which one individual can be recognized as having in common with another, like red hair or the English language, implies the existence of other individual qualities which this classification excludes.
Nobody knows what the cause is, though some pretend they do; it like some hidden assassin waiting to strike at you. Childless women get it, and men when they retire; it as if there had to be some outlet for their foiled creative fire.
History is, strictly speaking, the study of questions; the study of answers belongs to anthropology and sociology.
Music is the best means we have of digesting time.
'Healing,' Papa would tell me, 'is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature.'
To love is to find your own soul Through the soul of the beloved one.
I'll paint you moments of gold, I'll spin you Valentine evenings.
If one day you have to choose between the world and love, remember this: If you choose the world youβll be left without love, but if you choose love, with it you will conquer the world
I love, but I am not entirely sure how to be loved: how to be seen and known for the utterly flawed woman I am. It demands surrender. It demands acknowledging that I am not perfect, but perhaps I deserve affection anyway.
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
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