I love all things, not because they are passionate or sweet-smelling but because, I don't know, because this ocean is yours, and mine: these buttons and wheels and little forgotten treasures, fans upon whose feathers love has scattered its blossoms, glasses, knives and scissors -- all bear the trace of someone's fingers on their handle or surface, the trace of a distant hand lost in the depths of forgetfulness.
Interpretation
This quote expresses a deep appreciation for all things, connecting love to the memories and presence of others.
Pablo Neruda's quote reflects the profound love he feels for the world around him, not solely for its beauty but for the inherent connections to people and memories. He emphasizes that every object possesses a history and a personal touch that evokes emotion and nostalgia, reinforcing the idea that love permeates every aspect of existence, transcending mere appearances.
In practice
In a romantic letter, one might quote this to express their love for the shared experiences and memories.
Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood?
I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.” - Verb.
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.
And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.
Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout.
I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine.
Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.
You're my backbone. You're a blessing. You're a piece of my heart. You're the air I breathe. And you're the strongest person I know, and I'm so sorry for having to put you through this and having to put our family through this.
Beauty is not beauty without love.
The Christian does not think God will love us because we are good, but that God will make us good because He loves us.
Reason speaks in words alone, but love has a song.
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