If two lives join, there is oft a scar. They are one and one, with a shadowy third; One near one is too far.
Robert BrowningRead
grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.
Interpretation
Embracing the journey of aging together with a loved one brings the promise of joy in the later stages of life.
Robert Browning’s quote expresses the beauty and significance of growing old alongside a beloved partner. It suggests that the best experiences in life are yet to come, implying that the entirety of life's journey, including its final stages, is enriched by the love shared between two people.
In practice
This quote can be shared at a wedding ceremony to reflect the lifelong commitment of the couple.
If two lives join, there is oft a scar. They are one and one, with a shadowy third; One near one is too far.
Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.
I think, am sure, a brother's love exceeds_x000D_ _x000D_ All the world's loves in its unworldliness.
I dare not so honor my mere wishes and prayers as to put them for a moment beside your noble acts; but this know, I would rather submit to the worst of deaths, so far as pain goes, than have a single dog or cat tortured on the pretence of sparing me a twinge or two.
How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark Autumn evenings come, And where, my soul, is thy pleasant hue? With the music of all thy voices, dumb In life’s November too! I shall be found by the fire, suppose, O’er a great wise book as beseemeth age, While the shutters flap as the cross-wind blows, And I turn the page, and I turn the page, Not verse now, only prose!
How good is life, the mere living!
O Beloved of Hearts, I beseech only You. Have pity this day on those who turn to You. My Hope, my Rest, my Delight, this heart can love none other but You.
I love Marvel and the people there. Im glad I m still part of it.
Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? - Epithalamion
here was a silence between them for a moment, and she wondered if all women, when in love, were torn between two impulses, a longing to throw modesty and reserve to the winds and confess everything, and an equal determination to conceal the love forever, to be cool, aloof, utterly detached, to die rather than admit a thing so personal, so intimate.
It was about then [1920] that I wrote a line which certain people will not let me forget: "She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven."
cause it's a hard life, with love in the world. and i'm a hard girl, loving me is like chewing on pearls.
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