If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
William Butler YeatsRead
True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.
Interpretation
What this quote means
True love involves deeply understanding and accepting each other's true selves beyond surface identities.
In this quote, William Butler Yeats emphasizes that true love is not just about daily interactions or superficial impressions; rather, it is a profound discipline that requires partners to recognize and appreciate the deeper aspects of each other's identities. This understanding goes beyond mere appearance or behavior, striving to connect with the true essence of the partner, fostering a deeper and more resilient bond.
Themes
True LoveUnderstandingDisciplineSelfConnection
In practice
Example use cases
In a wedding speech to illustrate the depth of love shared between the couple.
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