If two lives join, there is oft a scar. They are one and one, with a shadowy third; One near one is too far.
Robert BrowningRead
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
Interpretation
The quote expresses deep love and appreciation for a person who transforms life into something heavenly.
In this quote, Robert Browning conveys the sentiment that the person he loves is so cherished that their presence elevates the ordinary experience of life to something divine. It suggests that the loved one is a singular light in the speaker's life, making every day feel significant and heavenly compared to the mundane reality of existence.
In practice
This quote could be shared at a wedding to express the transformative power of love between partners.
If two lives join, there is oft a scar. They are one and one, with a shadowy third; One near one is too far.
Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.
I think, am sure, a brother's love exceeds_x000D_ _x000D_ All the world's loves in its unworldliness.
I dare not so honor my mere wishes and prayers as to put them for a moment beside your noble acts; but this know, I would rather submit to the worst of deaths, so far as pain goes, than have a single dog or cat tortured on the pretence of sparing me a twinge or two.
How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark Autumn evenings come, And where, my soul, is thy pleasant hue? With the music of all thy voices, dumb In lifeβs November too! I shall be found by the fire, suppose, Oβer a great wise book as beseemeth age, While the shutters flap as the cross-wind blows, And I turn the page, and I turn the page, Not verse now, only prose!
How good is life, the mere living!
There is always some madness in love.
If you want to cure the world, don't emanate fear - emanate love.
One who knows more, loves more.
What am I singing?_x000D_ _x000D_ A song of seeds_x000D_ _x000D_ The food of love._x000D_ _x000D_ Eat the music.
If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it. I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience. The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky. Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds' nests, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
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