Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of nothing.
Anna AkhmatovaRead
If you were music I would listen to you ceaselessly And my low spirits would brighten up.
Interpretation
This quote expresses how deeply someone values another person, comparing them to a source of joy and inspiration.
In this quote, Anna Akhmatova beautifully illustrates the profound impact that a loved one can have on one's emotional state. By likening the beloved to music, she conveys that their presence brings endless joy and uplifts her spirits, suggesting that love has the power to transform our mood and outlook on life.
In practice
In a wedding speech to express love and connection.
Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of nothing.
And you know, I agree to everything: I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy, Darkness will be light and sin lovely.
Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem too insignificant for our concern? Yet in my heart I never will deny her, Who suffered death because she chose to turn.
I myself, from the very beginning, Seemed to myself like someone's dream or delirium Or a reflection in someone else's mirror, Without flesh, without meaning, without a name. Already I knew the list of crimes That I was destined to commit.
Not, not mine: it's somebody else's wound; I could never have borne it. So take the thing that happened, hide it, stick it in the ground; whisk the lamps away.
I know beginnings, I know endings too, and life-in-death, and something else I'd rather not recall just now.
There is always something left to love.
To love with the spirit is to pity, and he who pities most loves most.
The hardest times to choose love become the very times that you can most grow spiritually.
I love iconoclasts. I love individuals. I love people that are true to themselves, whatever the cost.
Then all this became history. Your hand found mine. Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot. Oh, my carpenter, the fingers are rebuilt. They dance with yours.
God's love is so great that He loves even the proud, the selfish, the arrogant, and the wicked.
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