I'd rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands -excerpt of #35 from "100 Selected Poems
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote expresses the profound and delicate nature of love and perception.
E. E. Cummings captures the essence of love as an intense and fragile experience, highlighting the uniqueness of human connection. The imagery of fragility and the depth of understanding conveyed through the metaphor of eyes suggest that true intimacy and perception go beyond physical existence, transcending even the concept of life and death.
Themes
FragilityLovePerceptionIntimacyDepth
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be used in a romantic wedding speech to emphasize the power of love.
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