Women know the way to rear up children (to be just). They know a simple, merry, tender knack of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes, and stringing pretty words that make no sense. And kissing full sense into empty words.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningRead
Unless you can feel when the song is done_x000D_ _x000D_ No other is sweet in its rhythm;_x000D_ _x000D_ Unless you can feel when left by one_x000D_ _x000D_ That all men else go with him.
Interpretation
This quote speaks to the profound emotional connection we can have with others and the uniqueness of individual relationships.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning's quote reflects on the deep sensitivity required to truly appreciate the end of a cherished relationship. It suggests that the sweetness of a bond lies in our ability to discern its conclusion and to understand the emotional gravity of losing someone who affects us profoundly. It highlights that genuine love involves a nuanced awareness of both joy and sorrow in human connections.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a wedding toast to emphasize the depth of love.
Women know the way to rear up children (to be just). They know a simple, merry, tender knack of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes, and stringing pretty words that make no sense. And kissing full sense into empty words.
She has seen the mystery hid Under Egypt's pyramid: By those eyelids pale and close Now she knows what Rhamses knows.
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.
Our Euripides the human, With his droppings of warm tears, and his touchings of things common Till they rose to meet the spheres.
Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being.
Every true love and friendship is a story of unexpected transformation. If we are the same person before and after we loved, that means we haven't loved enough.
On the whole, love comes with the speed of light; separation, with that of sound.
We are not mad. We are human.We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried...I am a rock.
As we arise each morning, let us determine to respond with love and kindness to whatever might come our way.
But words are vain; reject them all— They utter but a feeble part: Hear thou the depths from which they call, The voiceless longing of my heart.
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