Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
John GalsworthyRead
Love is not a hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love is a natural and untamed force that thrives in unexpected ways, rather than something cultivated or contained.
In this quote, John Galsworthy illustrates the idea that love is not something that can be artificially nurtured like a cultivated flower; rather, it is a wild and spontaneous force that exists in nature. He emphasizes that love can arise unexpectedly and is characterized by its raw beauty and unpredictability, regardless of whether it is perceived as 'acceptable' or 'undesirable' by societal standards.
Themes
LoveWildNatureBeautyUnpredictable
In practice
Example use cases
During a wedding speech, to highlight the natural and spontaneous nature of love.
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