O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRead
It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.
Interpretation
What this quote means
True love sees only the good in the beloved, overlooking any flaws.
This quote by Longfellow highlights the pureness of love, suggesting that one of the most admirable qualities in a lover is their ability to focus solely on the positive attributes of the person they love. This ideal perception fosters a deep connection and reinforces the bond between partners, as it reflects an unwavering trust and admiration that transcends imperfections.
Themes
LovePositivityTrustAdmirationCharacter
In practice
Example use cases
In a wedding ceremony to emphasize the beauty of unconditional love.
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