Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain _x000D_ shaking ancient oaks.
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You may forget but_x000D_ let me tell you_x000D_ this: someone in_x000D_ some future time_x000D_ will think of us
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote expresses the enduring impact of love and memory over time.
Sappho's words reflect the idea that while individuals may forget specific moments or people in their lives, there exists a timeless connection through the thoughts and memories that others will carry forward. It emphasizes the importance of shared experiences and the lasting footprint of love and connection in the fabric of existence.
Themes
MemoryLoveConnectionEnduranceTime
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used at a memorial service to highlight the lasting impact of loved ones.
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