Out of five hundred who speak glibly of love, not one can spell the first letter of his name.
Marie De FranceRead
For above all things Love means sweetness, and truth, and measure; yea, loyalty to the loved one and to your word. And because of this I dare not meddle with so high a matter.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love embodies sweetness, truth, and loyalty, which can be both beautiful and delicate.
In this quote, Marie De France expresses that love is a multifaceted emotion characterized by sweetness, honesty, and balance. She acknowledges the profound responsibility that comes with love, suggesting that such a deep and intricate feeling deserves careful consideration and respect, highlighting the importance of loyalty both to the ones we love and to our commitments.
Themes
LoveLoyaltyTruthSweetnessCommitment
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a wedding speech to emphasize the values of love.
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