Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?
Interpretation
This quote expresses the complex and painful nature of love, highlighting its beauty and suffering.
Pablo Neruda's quote captures the dual nature of love, illustrating how it can be both beautiful and painful. The imagery of a 'violet with its crown of thorns' symbolizes love's delicate beauty marred by sorrow and rage, suggesting that love can simultaneously bring joy and deep emotional wounds. The question of how love has the power to 'conquer' one's soul reflects the intense and sometimes uncontrollable nature of romantic feelings, which can lead to profound vulnerability.
In practice
In a wedding speech, to reflect on the beauty and challenges of love.
Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood?
I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.” - Verb.
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.
And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.
Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout.
I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.
May Thy Love shine forever on the sanctuary of my devotion. And may I be able to awaken Thy love in all hearts.
Imparadis'd in one another's arms.
Love and work... work and love, that's all there is.
The romantics would call this a love story, the cynics would call it a tragedy. In my mind it’s a little bit of both, and no matter how you choose to view it in the end, it does not change the fact that it involves a great deal of my life and the path I’ve chosen to follow.
Love will fly if held too lightly Love will die if held too tightly . . .
Every soul is to be cherished, every flower is to bloom.
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