Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
W. H. AudenRead
Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects the unpredictable and often ephemeral nature of love and emotions.
In this quote, W. H. Auden emphasizes the complexities and mysteries of love. He suggests that love is something we cannot control or fully understand, highlighting its transient nature as well as the sorrow that often accompanies it. The imagery of weeping and the inability to retain love captures the bittersweet experience of human connection.
Themes
LoveEmotionsLossEphemeralConnection
In practice
Example use cases
During a wedding toast to celebrate the complexity of relationships.
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