Alas, how easily things go wrong! A sigh too much, a kiss too long And there follows a mist and a weeping rain And life is never the same again
George MacdonaldRead
What distressed me most - more even than my own folly - was the perplexing question - How can beauty and ugliness dwell so near? Even with her altered complexion and face of dislike; disenchanted of the belief that clung around her; known for a living, walking sepulcher, faithless, deluding, traitorous; I felt, notwithstanding all this, that she was beautiful. Upon this I pondered with undiminished perplexity.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the paradox of experiencing beauty amidst unpleasantness.
In this quote, George Macdonald grapples with the complex nature of beauty and ugliness, expressing a deep perplexity about how they can coexist within a single individual. Despite recognizing flaws and negative emotions associated with a person, he is still struck by an undeniable beauty that transcends those aspects, prompting contemplation on the contradictory nature of human perception and emotion.
In practice
During a lecture on aesthetics, one could use this quote to illustrate the complexity of beauty in art.
Alas, how easily things go wrong! A sigh too much, a kiss too long And there follows a mist and a weeping rain And life is never the same again
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