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
A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a deep emotional state that is a mix of sadness and longing, yet not entirely painful.
This quote captures a nuanced emotional experience characterized by a profound sense of sadness and yearning that does not cause suffering. Longfellow uses the imagery of mist to convey how these feelings can be gentle and elusive, similar in character to sorrow, but distinct in their lack of heaviness or pain.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a heartfelt speech at a memorial service to highlight the bittersweet nature of memories.
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!
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