There is no greater fame for a man than that which he wins with his footwork or the skill of his hands.
HomerRead
Goddess-nurse of the young, give ear to my prayer, and grant that this woman may reject the love-embraces of youth and dote on grey-haired old men whose powers are dulled, but whose hearts still desire.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a longing for older love over youthful passions, emphasizing the value of wisdom and experience.
In this quote, the speaker implores a figure of myth to guide a woman's affections away from the fleeting, passionate love of the young, urging her instead to seek the enduring and mature love of older men. The wisdom that often comes with age is portrayed as a more desirable attribute in love, suggesting that deeper emotional connections can be found in those with life experience, despite losing youthful vigor.
In practice
This quote can be used during a discussion about the nature of love and relationships in aging.
There is no greater fame for a man than that which he wins with his footwork or the skill of his hands.
For Fate has wove the thread of life with pain,_x000D_ _x000D_ And twins ev'n from the birth are Misery and Man!
Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.
Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.
There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.
[I]t is the wine that leads me on, the wild wine that sets the wisest man to sing at the top of his lungs, laugh like a fool – it drives the man to dancing... it even tempts him to blurt out stories better never told.
Her heart - like every heart, if only its fallen sides were cleared away - was an inexhaustible fountain of love: she loved everything she saw.
Joy is love exalted; peace is love in response; long-suffering is love enduring; gentleness is love in society; goodness is love in action; faith is love on the battlefield; meekness is love in tough situations; and temperance is love in training.
Love, I find, is like singing.
Love, love, love – all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.
The moon has become a dancer _x000D_ at this festival of LOVE.
There's no such thing as love; only proof of love.
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