Books are not life, only its ashes.
Marguerite YourcenarRead
Passion such as hers is all consent, asking little in return. I had merely to enter a room where she was to see her face take on that peaceful expression of one who is resting in bed. If I touched her, I had the impression that all the blood in her veins was turning to honey.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses deep affection and the calming effect of love.
In this quote, Marguerite Yourcenar portrays an intense and selfless passion, where the mere presence of the beloved brings about a sense of peace and happiness. The imagery of blood turning to honey symbolizes the sweetness and warmth that love can evoke, emphasizing how love can create a serene and fulfilling experience.
Themes
LovePassionAffectionPeaceIntimacy
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be shared at a wedding to celebrate the beauty of love.
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