Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
Emily DickinsonRead
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love transcends life and death, being fundamental to existence.
In this quote, Emily Dickinson highlights the all-encompassing nature of love. She suggests that love exists before life and continues after death, framing it as the essence of creation and the driving force behind existence. This implies that love is a fundamental aspect of what it means to be human, connecting our lives across the boundaries of time and experience.
Themes
LoveLifeExistenceCreationBreath
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be used in a wedding speech to emphasize the importance of love in a couple's journey together.
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