She is your treasure, she must have a husband;_x000D_ _x000D_ I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day,_x000D_ _x000D_ And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell.
William ShakespeareRead
It never leaves, not with someone we love. Their presence burns too vivid in our memories. Happen that is as it should be, for otherwise we would too easy forget.
Interpretation
Love keeps the memories of those we've lost alive in our hearts.
This quote reflects on the enduring impact that loved ones have on our lives, suggesting that their memory remains strong and vivid even after they are gone. It emphasizes the idea that our connections with those we love are so profound that forgetting them would be too easy, highlighting the importance of love in shaping our memories and experiences.
In practice
In a eulogy, to remind attendees of the lasting impact of their loved one.
She is your treasure, she must have a husband;_x000D_ _x000D_ I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day,_x000D_ _x000D_ And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell.
I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; I can only say this, "I do not love thee."
A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.
You changed the subject." "From what?" "The empty-headed girls who think you're sexy." "You know." "Know what?" "That I only have eyes for you." Laila swooned inside. She tried to read his face but was met by a look that was indecipherable: the cheerful, cretinous grin at odds with the narrow, half desperate look in his eyes. A clever look, calculated to fall precisely at the midpoint between mockery and sincerity
To be loved but not known is comforting but superficial. To be known and not loved is our greatest fear. But to be fully known and truly loved is, well, a lot like being loved by God. It is what we need more than anything. It liberates us from pretense, humbles us out of our self-righteousness, and fortifies us for any difficulty life can throw at us.
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.
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