Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
John DrydenRead
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
Interpretation
Love distorts the perception of time, making even short separations feel prolonged.
In this quote, John Dryden encapsulates the intense nature of love and longing, suggesting that when one is in love, the passage of time can feel skewed. Hours may stretch into seeming months and days into years when lovers are apart, emphasizing how emotionally impactful absence can be in a relationship.
In practice
In a speech about long-distance relationships, one might reference this quote to highlight how love can make separation feel significant.
Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
Of no distemper, of no blast he died, _x000D_ But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long: _x000D_ Even wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner. _x000D_ Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years; _x000D_ Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more; _x000D_ Till like a clock worn out with eating time, _x000D_ The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
And write whatever Time shall bring to pass_x000D_ _x000D_ With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
β¦So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky
I want to love you wildly. I donβt want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey. A piercing joy, that leaves me empty, conquered, silenced.
For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide.
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
I desperately need the love of complete strangers. That's one reason I overtip. I love when skycaps, waiters, and valets are happy to see me.
You have to wait together - for a week, for a year, for a lifetime, before the final intimate conversation may be attained ... and exhausted. So that ... That in effect was love.
What breaks my heart is suffering of any kind. Too often, our world is divisive and cruel where it needs to be uniting and loving.
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