If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
William Butler YeatsRead
Man is in love and loves_x000D_ what vanishes,_x000D_ What more is there to say?
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the transient nature of love and what it means to lose it.
William Butler Yeats encapsulates the essence of love's ephemeral quality in this quote. It implies that love is often attached to things that are impermanent, highlighting the inherent sadness and beauty in experiencing love for something that ultimately fades away. The rhetorical question at the end invites contemplation about the transitory aspects of our affections and the universality of such experiences.
In practice
In a wedding speech, discussing the fleeting moments of love and how they make life beautiful.
If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
It was my first meeting with a philosophy that confirmed my vague speculations and seemed at once logical and boundless.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.
Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
It's exciting and it's thrilling and it's not particularly threatening, because they're not overtly sexual. A lot of the physical side of it is conveyed in things like the vampire will touch her forearm or run a hand over skin, and she just flushes all hot and cold. And for girls, that's a shorthand for all the feelings that they're not ready to deal with yet.
The scene I had just witnessed (a couple making love in the ocean) brought back a lot of memories β not of things I had done but of things I had failed to do, wasted hours and frustrated moments and opportunities forever lost because time had eaten so much of my life and I would never get it back. I envied Yeoman and felt sorry for myself at the same time, because I had seen him in a moment that made all my happiness seem dull.
Love is acceptance. When you love someone . . . you take them into your heart, and that is surely why it hurts so much when we lose someone we love, because we lose a part of ourselves.
I looked at this tiny, perfect creature and it was as though a light switch had been turned on. A great rush of love flooded out of me.
Love is a tree; and lovers are its shade.
In the harshness of the world of technology - in which feelings do not count anymore - the hope for a saving love grows, a love which would be given freely and generously.
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