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
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.
In practice
During a wedding speech, to highlight the natural and spontaneous nature of love.
Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.
Idealism increases in direct proportion to one's distance from the problem.
We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.
It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.
From behind a wooden crate we saw a long black-muzzled nose poking round at us. We took him out-soft, wobbly, tearful; set him down on his four, as yet not quite simultaneous legs, and regarded him. He wandered a little round our legs, neither wagging his tail nor licking at our hands; then he looked up, and my companion said: "He's an angel!"
Bodies count, of course - they count more than we're willing to admit - but we don't fall in love with bodies, we fall in love with each other. We all know that, but the moment we go beyond a catalogue of surface qualities and appearances, words begin to fail us, to crumble apart in mystical confusions and cloudy, unsubstantial metaphors.
Dogs are minor angels, and I don't mean that facetiously. They love unconditionally , forgive immediately, are the truest of friends, willing to do anything that makes us happy
I believe in the compelling power of love. I do not understand it. I believe it to be the most fragrant blossom of all this thorny existence.
There is a courtesy of the heart; it is allied to love. From its springs the purest courtesy in the outward behavior.
No bird can fly without opening its wings, and no one can love without exposing their hearts.
Overcome the devils with a thing called love.
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