I'd rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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For surely as each November has its April, mysteries only are significant; and one mystery-of-mysteries creates them all: nothing false and possible is love (who's imagined,therefore limitless) love's to giving as to keeping's give; as yes is to if,love is to yes
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love is both giving and receiving, limitless and fundamental to human experience.
This quote by E. E. Cummings explores the profound nature of love, indicating that it encompasses both giving and receiving, while also being an essential mystery of life. Love, as described here, is portrayed as something that transcends reality and embraces the possibilities of existence, suggesting that true love is without bounds and is a fundamental part of our being.
Themes
LoveMysteryGivingKeepingLimitless
In practice
Example use cases
In a wedding ceremony, the officiant may quote this to highlight the nature of love between partners.
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