I'd rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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The whole truth... sings only - and all lovers are the song.
Interpretation
What this quote means
True love expresses itself through art and creative expression.
In this quote, E. E. Cummings suggests that love is a profound and beautiful truth that resonates with harmony and creativity. The metaphor of singing implies that love is an art form, and those who love deeply become part of this expressive melody, contributing to the overall beauty of life and relationships.
Themes
LoveTruthCreativityExpressionHarmony
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be shared during a wedding ceremony to highlight the beauty of love between the couple.
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