I'm like a backward berry, Unripened on the vine, For all my friends are fifty, And I'm only forty-nine.
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Time is so old and love so brief, love is pure gold and time a thief. We're late, darling, we're late, The curtain descends, everything ends, too soon, too soon.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love is precious but time is fleeting; we must cherish our moments together.
This quote highlights the transient nature of time and contrasts it with the enduring value of love. While love is described as 'pure gold,' a metaphor for its worth and rarity, time is portrayed as a 'thief' that takes away experiences and moments, emphasizing the urgency to treasure relationships before they slip away.
Themes
LoveTimeFleetingMomentsCherish
In practice
Example use cases
During a wedding toast, one might share this quote to remind the couple to cherish their love and the time they have together.
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