If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
Anne BradstreetRead
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench, _x000D_ _x000D_ Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence. _x000D_ _x000D_ Thy love is such I can no way repay, _x000D_ _x000D_ The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Interpretation
The speaker expresses an unwavering and profound love that cannot be easily satisfied or repaid.
In this quote, Anne Bradstreet articulates a deep, almost insatiable love that transcends the material world. The imagery of rivers symbolizes the vastness of her feelings, suggesting that no amount of physical affection or gifts could ever truly compensate for the love she receives. She implores the heavens to reward her beloved, highlighting a selfless aspect of love where the speaker prioritizes their partner's happiness above all.
In practice
During a wedding ceremony when discussing the nature of true love.
If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
Iron till it be thoroughly heated is incapable to be wrought; so God sees good to cast some men into the furnace of affliction, and then beats them on His anvil into what frame He desires.
O Time the fatal wrack of mortal things,_x000D_ That draws oblivion's curtains over kings;_x000D_ Their sumptuous monuments, men know them not,_x000D_ Their names without a record are forgot,_x000D_ Their parts, their ports, their pomps all laid in th' dust_x000D_ Nor wit nor gold, nor buildings scape time's rust;_x000D_ But he whose name is graved in the white stone_x000D_ Shall last and shine when all of these are gone.
Authority without wisdom is like a heavy ax without an edge -- fitter to bruise than polish.
That when we live no more, We may live ever
To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings/Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun/For my mean Pen are too superior things.
Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive.
But you can love more than just one person, can't you?
A strange passion is moving in my head My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of me goes in different directions. Is it really so that the one I love is Everywhere?
I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.
That kind of love - the kind you realize you already have by the life you've created together - that's the kind that lasts.
A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left.
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