Women know the way to rear up children (to be just). They know a simple, merry, tender knack of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes, and stringing pretty words that make no sense. And kissing full sense into empty words.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningRead
But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!
Interpretation
The pain of a child's suffering is more profound than the anger expressed by a strong man.
This quote emphasizes the profound emotional impact of a child's suffering compared to the outward expressions of anger by adults. It suggests that the cries of a child resonate more deeply and can evoke stronger feelings of sorrow and empathy than any display of wrath, indicating that vulnerability and innocence often invoke a stronger reaction than anger and strength.
In practice
In a speech addressing child welfare, one might say, 'As Elizabeth Barrett Browning noted, the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath.'
Women know the way to rear up children (to be just). They know a simple, merry, tender knack of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes, and stringing pretty words that make no sense. And kissing full sense into empty words.
She has seen the mystery hid Under Egypt's pyramid: By those eyelids pale and close Now she knows what Rhamses knows.
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.
Our Euripides the human, With his droppings of warm tears, and his touchings of things common Till they rose to meet the spheres.
Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being.
Tell me what you yearn for and I shall tell you who you are. We are what we reach for, the idealized image that drives our wandering.
Beauty in things exists in the mind which contemplates them.
It is never the thing but the version of the thing.
After reaching 50, I began to wonder what the root of life is.
The club that kills can drive a stake into the ground to hold a shelter. The hands that build bombs can be used to build schools. The minds that coordinate the activities of violence can coordinate the activities of cooperation. When the activities of life are infused with reverence, they come alive with meaning and purpose.
Crime is naught but misdirected energy.
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