In those days, I didn't understand anything. I should have judged her according to her actions, not her words. She perfumed my planet and lit up my life. I should never have run away! I ought to have realized the tenderness underlying her silly pretensions. Flowers are so contadictory! But I was too young to know how to love her.
Interpretation
The speaker reflects on a past relationship, emphasizing the importance of understanding actions over words in love.
In this quote, the speaker recalls a time of misunderstanding in a relationship due to an inability to appreciate the deeper emotions behind a partner's actions and words. The speaker acknowledges regret for not recognizing the love and tenderness that were present, suggesting that youth often leads to misjudgments in matters of the heart. The imagery of flowers symbolizes beauty and contradiction, reinforcing the complexity of love and the importance of emotional awareness.
In practice
Sharing this quote at a wedding to highlight the importance of understanding each other's actions in love.
Grown-ups love figures... When you tell them you've made a new friend they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you "What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies? " Instead they demand "How old is he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make? " Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.
Attitude is a paintbrush. It colors everything!
Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself, thou fillest us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses.
When a mystery is too overpowering, one dare not disobey.
When the body sinks into death, the essence of man is revealed. Man is a knot, a web, a mesh into which relationships are tied. Only those relationships matter. The body is an old crock that nobody will miss. I have never known a man to think of himself when dying. Never.
Man is a knot into which relationships are tied.
Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.
There was such an incredible logic to kissing, such a metal-to-magnet pull between two people that it was a wonder that they found the strength to prevent themselves from succumbing every second. Rightfully, the world should be a whirlpool of kissing into which we sank and never found the strength to rise up again.
Dorothy was in that state human beings passed through at the beginning of a love affair, in which they desire to say anything and everything to the beloved, to the alter ego, before they have learned what the real Other can and can't understand, can and can't accept.
I'm writing mostly to thank you for living you eighty years and to tell you I love you and think of you often.
You've got to love yourself enough, not only so that others will be able to love you, but that you'll be able to love others.
What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love?
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