This time is difficult. Wait for me. We will live it out vividly. Give me your small hand: we will rise and suffer, we will feel, we will rejoice. We are once more the pair who lived in bristling places, in harsh nests in the rock. This time is difficult. Wait for me with a basket, with a shovel, with your shoes and your clothes. Now we need each other, not only for the carnations' sake, not only to look for honey — we need our hands to wash with, to make fire.
Interpretation
In challenging times, love and shared support can help us endure and thrive together.
Pablo Neruda's quote speaks to the resilience found in love during difficult times. It highlights the importance of companionship and mutual support in facing life's challenges, suggesting that together, we can navigate hardships with strength and joy. The imagery of shared tasks and the need for each other not only for minor comforts but for essential survival showcases that true partnership thrives even in adversity.
In practice
During a group discussion on relationships, this quote can illustrate the importance of mutual support during tough times.
Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood?
I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.” - Verb.
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.
And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.
Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout.
I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.
If you can really make a man believe you love him, you have won him; and if I could only make people really believe that God loves them, what a rush we would see for the kingdom of God!
I love how much love there is in the world of young adult and children's literature.
She smiled at him, making sure that the smile gathered up everything inside her and directed it toward him, making him a profound promise of herself for so little, for the beat of a response, the assurance of a complimentary vibration in him.
Do you not realize that the love the Father bestowed on the perfect Christ He now bestows on you?
Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?
How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few!
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