Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain _x000D_ shaking ancient oaks.
SapphoRead
Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
Interpretation
Love creates intricate stories and illusions that can often feel enchanting and deceptive.
Sappho's quote highlights the powerful and sometimes deceptive nature of love, suggesting that it weaves together fantasies and fables that can enthrall individuals. This describes how love has the ability to shape perceptions and emotions, leading people to experience heightened feelings and imaginative scenarios that may not fully align with reality.
In practice
In a romantic speech at a wedding, one might say, 'As Sappho noted, love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables, bringing us together in ways we never imagined.'
Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain _x000D_ shaking ancient oaks.
When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me and a trembling seizes me all over.
Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
No,' he said, 'memory's a poor thing to have. It's your own real hair and mouth and arms and eyes and hands I want. I didn't know I could ever love anything so much.
When that which loves is united to the thing beloved it can rest there; when the burden is laid down it finds rest there. There will be eternal fame also for the inhabitants of that town, constructed and enlarged by him.
Real love still happens sometimes. It's not just something we make up when you're nine. I have to believe that. You do too.
Love makes you blind to your own survival. And if it doesn't then it's not love at all.
Unless this love is among us, we can kill ourselves with work and it will only be work, not love. Work without love is slavery.
XVII Lady, i will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile,shyly obscene (lady i will touch you with my mind.)Touch you,that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite care the poem which i do not write.
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