Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
John DonneRead
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
Interpretation
What this quote means
True love transcends physical beauty; if love is based solely on appearance, it fades when beauty does.
This quote by John Donne highlights the transient nature of love that hinges solely on physical beauty. It conveys the idea that if a romantic relationship is built solely on superficial attributes, then it is likely to crumble once those attributes fade, suggesting that deeper emotional connections are essential for lasting love.
Themes
LoveBeautyRelationshipsEmotionTransience
In practice
Example use cases
Using this quote at a wedding speech to emphasize the importance of deeper connections in marriage.
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