The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
Robert SoutheyRead
My days among the dead are passed; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the enduring influence of great thinkers and how their ideas continue to engage us even after their physical absence.
In this quote, Robert Southey expresses a deep appreciation for the wisdom of past philosophers and thinkers, suggesting that their thoughts and ideas feel like loyal companions in his daily life. By engaging with their works, he experiences a form of conversation and companionship with them, emphasizing the timeless nature of intellectual legacy and the comfort it brings in navigating one’s own existence.
In practice
During a lecture about the influence of historical thinkers on modern philosophy.
The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
It is not for man to rest in absolute contentment. He is born to hopes and aspirations as the sparks fly upward, unless he has brutalized his nature and quenched the spirit of immortality which is his portion.
Oh, when a mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight?
If you would be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
They sin who tell us Love can die: with Life all other passions fly, all others are but vanity.
Order is the sanity of the mind, the health of the body, the peace of the city, the security of the state. Like beams in a house or bones to a body, so is order to all things.
It is out of the question that the task of socialist women's activity should be to alienate proletarian women from duties as wives and mothers; on the contrary, it must operate so this task is fulfilled better than before, precisely in the interests of the proletariat.
So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.
What sort of world might it have been if Eve had refused the servants offer and had said to him instead, “let me not be like God. Let me be what I was made to be - let me be a woman'?
Old things are always in good repute, present things in disfavor.
Tea! The panacea for everything from weariness to a cold to a murder Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.
This country, with its institutions, belongs to the people who inhabit it. Whenever they shall grow weary of the existing government, they can exercise their constitutional right of amending it, or exercise their revolutionary right to overthrow it.
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