If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
William Butler YeatsRead
Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the sensory experiences of wine and love, suggesting that while wine is consumed physically, love is perceived visually and emotionally.
William Butler Yeats poetically conveys the idea that wine is enjoyed through taste, but love is experienced on a deeper level through sight and connection. The act of raising a glass symbolizes a toast to love, where the look shared between lovers enhances the emotional engagement, evoking a sense of longing and appreciation.
In practice
This quote could be used during a wedding toast to celebrate love.
If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
It was my first meeting with a philosophy that confirmed my vague speculations and seemed at once logical and boundless.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.
Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
There is a secret about human love that is commonly overlooked: Receiving it is much more scary and threatening than giving it. How many times in your life have you been unable to let in someone's love or even pushed it away? Much as we proclaim the wish to be truly loved, we are often afraid of that, and so find it difficult to open to love or let it all the way in.
The people who are most attractive to me are those who feel most comfortable in their skin - there's a sense of self-acceptance.
There is something so tender about this to me, about being willing to have your makeup wash off, your eyes tear up, your nose start to run. Its tender partly because it harkens back to infancy, to your mother washing your face with love and lots or water, tending to you, making you clean all over again.
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
you can't kill love. you can't even kill it with hate. you can kill in-love, and loving, and even loveliness. you can kill them all, or numb them into dense, leaden regret, but you can't kill love itself. love is the passionate search for a truth other than your own; and once you feel it, honestly and completely, love is forever. every act of love, every moment of the heart reaching out, is a part of the universal good: it's a part of God, or what we call God, and it can never die.
The lover never despairs. _x000D_ For a committed heart everything is possible.
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