My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.
Edmond RostandRead
ROXANE: Live, for I love you! CYRANO: No, In fairy tales When to the ill-starred Prince the lady says 'I love you!' all his ugliness fades fast-- But I remain the same, up to the last! ROXANE: I have marred your life--I, I! CYRANO: You blessed my life! Never on me had rested woman's love. My mother even could not find me fair: I had no sister; and, when grown a man, I feared the mistress who would mock at me. But I have had your friendship--grace to you A woman's charm has passed across my path.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses the transformative power of love and friendship, irrespective of one's outward appearance.
In this exchange between Roxane and Cyrano, the characters grapple with themes of love and self-acceptance. Cyrano acknowledges the impact of Roxane's friendship and love on his life, despite his perceived physical unattractiveness. He reflects on how the affection he has received, even in the absence of romantic love, has been a source of joy and fulfillment, illustrating that true beauty lies within the bonds we share with others.
Themes
LoveFriendshipSelf-AcceptanceBeautyTransformation
In practice
Example use cases
This quote would be perfect for a wedding speech celebrating love and friendship.
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