There's life for you. Spend the best years of your life studying penmanship and rhetoric and syntax and Beowulf and George Eliot, and then somebody steals your pencil.
Dorothy ParkerRead
Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away.
Interpretation
Love is delicate and needs to be handled with care; if held too tightly, it can slip away.
Dorothy Parker's quote illustrates the fleeting nature of love and affection. It suggests that love cannot be forced or controlled; rather, it thrives in an atmosphere of freedom and trust. When one desperately tries to hold onto love, it often becomes elusive, whereas giving it space allows it to flourish.
In practice
This quote can be used in a romantic context during an anniversary dinner to emphasize the importance of trust in a relationship.
There's life for you. Spend the best years of your life studying penmanship and rhetoric and syntax and Beowulf and George Eliot, and then somebody steals your pencil.
My land is bare of chattering folk; / the clouds are low along the ridges, / and sweet's the air with curly smoke / from all my burning bridges.
Prince or commoner, tenor or bass, Painter or plumber or never-do-well, Do me a favor and shut your face - Poets alone should kiss and tell.
They say of me, and so they should, It's doubtful if I come to good. I see acquaintances and friends Accumulating dividends And making enviable names In science, art and parlor games. But I, despite expert advice, Keep doing things I think are nice, And though to good I never come Inseparable my nose and thumb.
It is that word 'hunny,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
I canβt write five words but that I change seven.
From that moment our love became sad, and sadness is a disease which gives the death-blow to affection.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love is begun by time and time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
Romance has been elegantly defined as the offspring of fiction and love.
I can't bear to think of life without Janice. I want to go first because I don't want to miss her, because that would be a pain far worse than any death.
This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings so love, love, love.
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