You'll be on your way up! You'll be seeing great sights! You'll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.
Dr. SeussRead
People are weird. When we find someone with weirdness that is compatible with ours, we team up and call it love.
Interpretation
Love often thrives on the acceptance of each other's uniqueness.
Dr. Seuss highlights the notion that every individual possesses their own quirks and idiosyncrasies. When two people find their peculiarities align and embrace these differences, they form a unique bond that can blossom into love, demonstrating that compatibility in 'weirdness' can be a foundation for a strong relationship.
In practice
In a wedding speech, to highlight the uniqueness of a couple's love.
You'll be on your way up! You'll be seeing great sights! You'll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.
Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you!
How true, how true" said the Sour Kangaroo, "And from now on, you know what I'm gonna do? I'm going to protect them with you!" And the Young Kangaroo in her pouch said "Me too!
If you never did you should. These things are fun and fun is good.
When you think things are bad, when you feel sour and blue, when you start to get mad... you should do what I do! Just tell yourself, Duckie, you're really quite lucky! Some people are much more... oh, ever so much more... oh, muchly much-much more unlucky than you!
I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!
Awareness born of love is the only force that can bring healing and renewal. Out of our love for another person, we become more willing to let our old identities wither and fall away, and enter a dark night of the soul, so that we may stand naked once more in the presence of the great mystery that lies at the core of our being. This is how love ripens us -by warming us from within, inspiring us to break out of our shell, and lighting our way through the dark passage to new birth.
When I die Dublin will be written on my heart.
He held her as though she was a gift. Given to him in love. Something still and small. Unbearably precious.
Eroticism is like a dance: one always leads the other.
Her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower.
Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.
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