Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.
Thomas HoodRead
Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
Interpretation
The quote expresses a deep affection and commitment, suggesting that love is a daily celebration.
In this quote, Thomas Hood poetically conveys the idea that love is not limited to a single day, like Valentine's Day, but is a continuous choice and devotion that enriches every day. By calling his beloved 'mine,' he emphasizes ownership and closeness, suggesting that true love is celebrated daily through actions and feelings.
In practice
During a wedding ceremony, expressing heartfelt sentiments to your partner.
Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.
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Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.
It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin sighing!
I resolved that, like the sun, as long as my day lasted, I would look on the bright side of everything.
The prayers of a lover are more imperious than the menaces of the whole world
O cold ! O shivery ! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet. Let me off this once.
Every time I look down on this timeless town Whether blue or gray be her skies. Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears, More and more do I realize: I love Paris in the springtime. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles, I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles. I love Paris every moment, Every moment of the year. I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris? Because my love is near.
You could hold me and I could hold you. And it would be so peaceful. Completely peaceful. Like the feeling of sleep, but awake in it together.
I suspect the most we can hope for, and it's no small hope, is that we never give up, that we never stop giving ourselves permission to try to love and receive love.
Be kind to each other. It is better to commit faults with gentleness than to work miracles with unkindness.
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