O soul, be patient: thou shalt find A little matter mend all this; Some strain of music to thy mind, Some praise for skill not spent amiss.
Robert BridgesRead
So sweet love seemed that April morn. When first we kissed beside the thorn, So strangely sweet, it was not strange We thought that love could never change.
Interpretation
This quote captures the deep and seemingly unchanging sweetness of love experienced in a moment of intimacy.
In this quote, Robert Bridges reflects on a tender moment shared in April, symbolizing new beginnings and the freshness of love. The imagery of kissing beside a thorn highlights the beauty intertwined with potential pain, suggesting that while love feels perfect and unchanging in the moment, it is subject to the inevitable changes of time and circumstance.
In practice
Sharing this quote during a wedding ceremony to celebrate the beauty of love.
O soul, be patient: thou shalt find A little matter mend all this; Some strain of music to thy mind, Some praise for skill not spent amiss.
But I can tell - let truth be told - That love will change in growing old; Though day by day is nought to see, So delicate his motions be.
Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where.
But one kiss levitates above all the others. The intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss. The Iβll love you through a brick wall kiss. Even when Iβm dead, Iβll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.
The great tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.
There is no other possibility for possessing certitude with regard to one's life apart from self-abandonmen t, in a continuous crescendo, into the hands of a love that seems to grow constantly because it has its origin in God.
One word more. You look as if you thought it tainted you to be loved by me. You cannot avoid it. Nay, I, if I would, cannot cleanse you from it. But I would not, if I could. I have never loved any woman before: my life has been too busy, my thoughts too much absorbed with other things. Now I love, and will love. But do not be afraid of too much expression on my part.
However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations... Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.
The betrothed and accepted lover has lost the wildest charms of his maiden by her acceptance. She was heaven while he pursued her, but she cannot be heaven if she stoops to one such as he!
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