Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots know your name.
Interpretation
This quote expresses a deep, natural connection of love that transcends physical boundaries.
Pablo Neruda's quote reflects the essence of love that originates from nature and the universe, suggesting that true feelings flourish in a space unrestricted by societal constraints. The imagery of love as something intertwined with the elements—wind, earth, clay, and flowers—highlights how profound emotional connections are part of the very fabric of life, suggesting that all elements of nature recognize and resonate with this love.
In practice
During a wedding speech, to illustrate a love that feels eternal and interconnected with the universe.
Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood?
I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.” - Verb.
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.
And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.
Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout.
I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.
The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
I always knew that I was called to do something. I didn't know what, but I finally rationalized after I met Martin - and it took a lot of praying to discover this - that this was probably what God had called me to do: to marry him.
my love had grown one with my soul; it became darker, but did not go out
I fell in love, not deep, but I fell several times and then fell out.
What I want from my lovers is real, unadulterated love, and from my genuine workers I expect real work done.
Cooking is an act of love, a gift, a way of sharing with others the little secrets -- 'piccoli segreti' -- that are simmering on the burners.
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