Time draweth wrinkles in a fair face, but addeth fresh colors to a fast friend, which neither heat, nor cold, nor misery, nor place, nor destiny, can alter or diminish
John LylyRead
A heat full of coldness, a sweet full of bitterness, a pain full of pleasantness, which maketh thoughts have eyes and hearts ears, bred by desire, nursed by delight, weaned by jealousy, kill'd by dissembling, buried by ingratitude, and this is love.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love is a complex emotion filled with contrasting feelings and experiences.
This quote by John Lyly captures the dual nature of love, illustrating how it encompasses a wide range of emotions, from warmth and sweetness to jealousy and bitterness. It suggests that love can lead to a heightened awareness of both joyful and painful aspects of life, shaping our thoughts and feelings in profound ways, yet ultimately can also bring about sorrow and ingratitude.
Themes
LoveEmotionBitternessJealousyDelight
In practice
Example use cases
Using this quote in a wedding speech to highlight the complexities of love.
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