There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.
Interpretation
The bond between a father and daughter deepens through shared words over time, symbolizing love.
This quote expresses the profound connection that develops between a father and his daughter through their conversations. The metaphor of a 'line of gold thread' symbolizes the valuable and precious communication that nurtures their relationship, eventually allowing love to be tangible and deeply felt as they weave their shared experiences into a rich tapestry of affection and understanding.
In practice
During a wedding speech, a father can reflect on this quote to showcase his love for his daughter.
I think that love is more like a light that you carry. At first childish happiness keeps it lighted and after that romance. Then motherhood lights it and then duty . . . and maybe after that sorrow. You wouldn't think that sorrow could be a light, would you, dearie? But it can. And then after that, service lights it. Yes. . . . I think that is what love is to a woman . . . a lantern in her hand.
Passions are liken'd best to floods and streams:_x000D_ _x000D_ The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb;_x000D_ _x000D_ So, when affection yields discourse, it seems_x000D_ _x000D_ The bottom is but shallow whence they come._x000D_ _x000D_ They that are rich in words, in words discover
As Marilee and I were dressing, I whispered to her that I loved her with all my heart. What else was there to say? 'You don't. You can't,' she said.
Why do I write? I have been called a writer of catastrophes, but that isn't true. I am always looking for words of love. Hate will not save us. Only love.
Wherever there has been expansion in love or progress in well-being, of individuals or numbers, it has been through the perception, realisation, and the practicalisation of the Eternal Truth-the oneness of all beings
Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.
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