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
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.
In practice
In a wedding speech to illustrate the depth of love shared between the couple.
If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
It was my first meeting with a philosophy that confirmed my vague speculations and seemed at once logical and boundless.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.
Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
With that strange knowing that comes over me, like a clairvoyance, I know that I am sure of myself and my enormous and alarmingly timeless love for you; which will always be.
If you love someone, you say it, right then, out loud. Otherwise, the moment just passes you by.
Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.
She worries over the way her love for me comes and goes, appears and disappears. She doubts its reality simply because it isn't as steadily pleasurable as a kitten. God knows it is sad. The human voice conspires to desecrate everything on earth.
You may only call me "Mrs. Darcy"... when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy.
But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lou'd sae kindly, Had we never lou'd sae blindly, Never met - or never parted - We had ne'er been broken hearted
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