I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men.
EuripidesRead
Venus, thy eternal sway_x000D_ _x000D_ All the race of men obey._x000D_ _x000D_ Euripides, Iphigenia in Aulis._x000D_ _x000D_ He is not a lover who does not love for ever.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the idea that true love is enduring and all-encompassing.
In this quote, Euripides suggests that love, symbolized by Venus, is a powerful force that commands the attention and obedience of all mankind. He further explains that genuine love is not fleeting; a true lover is someone who loves perpetually, highlighting the depth and commitment associated with authentic affection.
In practice
In a wedding speech to emphasize lifelong commitment.
I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men.
Mankind . . . possesses two supreme blessings. First of these is the goddess Demeter, or Earth whichever name you choose to call her by. It was she who gave to man his nourishment of grain. But after her there came the son of Semele, who matched her present by inventing liquid wine as his gift to man. For filled with that good gift, suffering mankind forgets its grief; from it comes sleep; with it oblivion of the troubles of the day. There is no other medicine for misery.
Money is far more persuasive than logical arguments.
Those whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes mad.
Who then will dare to say I'm weak or timid? No, they'll say I'm loyal as a friend, ruthless as a foe, so much like a hero destined for glory.
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
Westley: Hear this now: I will always come for you. Buttercup: But how can you be sure? Westley: This is true love-you think this happens every day? Westley: I told you I would always come for you. Why didn't you wait for me? Buttercup: Well...you were dead. Westley: Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while. Buttercup: i will never doubt again. Westley: There will never be a need.
Alas! for that accursed time They bore thee o'er the billow, From love to titled age and crime, And an unholy pillow! From me, and from our misty clime, Where weeps the silver willow!
I belong to no religion. My religion is love. Every heart is my temple.
Love commingled with hate is more powerful than love. Or hate.
Thus you may understand that love alone is the true seed of every merit in you, and of all acts for which you must atone.
Of course, I love you,' the flower said to him. 'If you were not aware of it, it was my fault.
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