Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.
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However old a conjugal union, it still garners some sweetness. Winter has some cloudless days, and under the snow a few flowers still bloom.
Interpretation
What this quote means
A long-lasting relationship still holds moments of joy, like flowers blooming in winter.
This quote highlights the enduring beauty and sweetness of a marital relationship, regardless of its duration. It suggests that even in challenging times, represented by 'winter', there are still bright moments and joys, akin to flowers that bloom despite the cold and snow.
Themes
LoveMarriageRelationshipsEnduranceJoy
In practice
Example use cases
This could be shared during a wedding toast to emphasize the beauty of lasting love.
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