How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the grey light unwinds in turning fans.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the deep pain and complexity of love, highlighting the struggles of intimacy and understanding between partners.
Pablo Neruda's quote speaks to the emotional challenges faced in a relationship, describing the transitions and sacrifices one must endure when deeply connecting with another person. The imagery of the 'morning star' and 'grey light' signifies both beauty and the melancholic reality of love, suggesting that even amidst suffering, there are moments of connection and shared experience that make it worthwhile.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech about the complexities of love at a wedding.
Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood?
I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.” - Verb.
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.
And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.
Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout.
I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.
I saw men whom thirty years had changed but slightly; but their wives had grown old. These were good women; it is very wearing to be good.
There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. Doubt separates people. It is a poison that disintegrates friendships and breaks up pleasant.
The divine right of husbands, like the divine right of kings, may, it is hoped, in this enlightened age, be contested without danger.
People don't always express their inner thoughts to one another; a conversation may be quite trivial, but often the eyes will reveal what a person really thinks or feels.
Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.
We all leave one another. We die, we change - it's mostly change - we outgrow our best friends; but even if I do leave you, I will have passed on to you something of myself; you will be a different person because of knowing me; it's inescapable.
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