Antonio MachadoI dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.
About This Quote
The author in this quote means that by the power of their connection, a couple can accomplish anything. This quote is said in a dream, which means it is a metaphor for hope and determination. The person who said this was not making this up -- he really did have a beehive inside his heart. In the dream, he felt that there was a hive of honeybees working away in there, turning his failure into success.
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