Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.
Interpretation
Love transcends time, erasing memories of origin and fears of conclusion.
This quote by Madame De Stael suggests that love is a timeless force, capable of nullifying our perception of time. When we experience true love, we are so absorbed in the moment that we forget the past and stop worrying about the future, encapsulating the feeling of being eternally connected to another person.
In practice
A wedding speech emphasizing the timeless bond between the couple.
When at eve, at the bounding of the landscape, the heavens appear to recline so slowly on the earth, imagination pictures beyond the horizon an asylum of hope, - a native land of love; and nature seems silently to repeat that man is immortal.
The more we know the better we forgive. Whoever feels deeply, feels for all who live.
Intellect does not attain its full force unless it attacks power.
The human mind always makes progress, but it is a progress in spirals.
Wit lies in recognizing the resemblance among things which differ and the difference between things which are alike.
Politeness is the art of choosing among your thoughts.
They will say I smoked cigarettes and marijuana, cursed hoarse as a crow in all my languages, and loved morphine and Demerol and tequila and pulque, women and men. I will shrug my illusion of shoulders and answer that I am a water woman, not a vessel, not something you can sail or charter. I am instead the tributary, the river, the fluid source, and the sea itself. I am all her rainy implications. And what do you, with your rusted compass, know of love?
True love always makes a man better, no matter who the woman is that inspires it.
The deep, intimate connection I am searching for is within me. I am all that I am looking for. I am love. All is well.
She is like a revolving lighthouse; pitch darkness alternating with a dazzling brilliancy!
And may my bronze name / touch always her thousand fingers / grow brighter with her weeping / until I am fixed like a galaxy / and memorized / in her secret and fragile skies.
It is only by fidelity in little things that the grace of true love to God can be sustained, and distinguished from a passing fervor of spirit. . . . No one can well believe that our piety is sincere, when our behavior is lax and irregular in its little details. What probability is there that we should not hesitate to make the greatest sacrifices, when we shrink from the smallest?
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