He that will not reason is a bigot; he that cannot reason is a fool; and he that dares not reason is a slave.
William DrummondRead
There is a silence, the child of love, which expresses everything, and proclaims more loudly than the tongue is able to do.
Interpretation
Love can communicate deeply without words, through silence.
This quote highlights the profound impact of love, suggesting that sometimes the emotions conveyed in silence can speak volumes more than spoken words. It points to the idea that a deep connection can resonate in the quiet moments, allowing feelings to be understood without needing verbal expression.
In practice
During a romantic dinner, when two people share a comfortable silence, this quote can express their deep connection.
He that will not reason is a bigot; he that cannot reason is a fool; and he that dares not reason is a slave.
Put a bridle on thy tongue; set a guard before thy lips, lest the words of thine own mouth destroy thy peace... on much speaking cometh repentance, but in silence is safety.
Study what thou art Whereof thou art a part What thou knowest of this art This is really what thou art. All that is without thee also is within.
The mechanics of love imply some sort of bridge between the sensual and the spiritual, sometimes to the point of deification; the notion of an afterlife is implicit not only in our couplings, but also in our separations.
Because that is when you love somebody - when you see them being game in the face of the worst. Not courageous. Not heroic. Just game.
Love is a command, not just a feeling. Somehow, in the romantic world of music and theater we have made love to be what it is not. We have so mixed it with beauty and charm and sensuality and contact that we have robbed it of its higher call of cherishing and nurturing.
Two pure souls fused into one by an impassioned love-friends, counselors-a mutual support and inspiration to each other amid life's struggles, must know the highest human happiness;-this is marriage; and this is the only cornerstone of an enduring home.
It was the year they fell into devastating love. Neither one could do anything except think about the other, dream about the other, and wait for letters with the same impatience they felt when they answered them.
Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as it should. I'd hoped that he'd be eulogizing me.
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