Out of five hundred who speak glibly of love, not one can spell the first letter of his name.
Marie De FranceRead
But sweetly and discreetly love passes from person to person, from heart to heart, or it is nothing worth.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love is valuable when it is shared between people and builds connections.
This quote by Marie De France emphasizes the importance of love as a shared experience between individuals. It suggests that love gains its worth and significance only when it flows between people, creating deep emotional bonds that enrich human relationships.
Themes
LoveRelationshipsConnectionHeartsEmotion
In practice
Example use cases
During a wedding toast, to emphasize the importance of shared love.
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For what the lover would, that would the beloved; what she would ask of him that should he go before to grant. Without accord such as this, love is but a bond and a constraint.
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