I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men.
EuripidesRead
Venus, thy eternal sway_x000D_ _x000D_ All the race of men obey._x000D_ _x000D_ Euripides, Iphigenia in Aulis._x000D_ _x000D_ He is not a lover who does not love for ever.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the idea that true love is enduring and all-encompassing.
In this quote, Euripides suggests that love, symbolized by Venus, is a powerful force that commands the attention and obedience of all mankind. He further explains that genuine love is not fleeting; a true lover is someone who loves perpetually, highlighting the depth and commitment associated with authentic affection.
In practice
In a wedding speech to emphasize lifelong commitment.
I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men.
Mankind . . . possesses two supreme blessings. First of these is the goddess Demeter, or Earth whichever name you choose to call her by. It was she who gave to man his nourishment of grain. But after her there came the son of Semele, who matched her present by inventing liquid wine as his gift to man. For filled with that good gift, suffering mankind forgets its grief; from it comes sleep; with it oblivion of the troubles of the day. There is no other medicine for misery.
Money is far more persuasive than logical arguments.
Those whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes mad.
Who then will dare to say I'm weak or timid? No, they'll say I'm loyal as a friend, ruthless as a foe, so much like a hero destined for glory.
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.
Learning to love others begins with learning to love ourselves unconditionally first. I will never let myself down, treat myself like a doormat, or make myself small so others can feel big. I have learned that this is the biggest gift that I give not only to myself, but also to the planet, because I paint others with the same brush as I use on myself.
Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.
How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home?
People are weird. When we find someone with weirdness that is compatible with ours, we team up and call it love.
How is it that the poets have said so many fine things about our first love, so few about our later love? Are their first poems their best? or are not those the best which come from their fuller thought, their larger experience, their deeper-rooted affections? The boy's flute-like voice has its own spring charm; but the man should yield a richer, deeper music.
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