We ought not to extract pernicious honey from poison blossoms of misrepresentation and mendacious half-truth, to pamper the course appetite of bigotry and self-love.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeRead
A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear, A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet or relief, In word, or sigh, or tear.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects the experience of deep, unexpressed grief that lacks emotional release.
In this quote, Samuel Taylor Coleridge captures the profound sense of grief that can exist in a person when feelings remain bottled up and unexpressed. This type of sorrow is portrayed as a heavy burden, devoid of the natural catharsis that typically accompanies emotional pain, such as crying or voicing one's feelings, resulting in a somber and oppressive state of mind.
Themes
GriefEmotionSorrowPainExpression
In practice
Example use cases
During a memorial service, one might reflect on the quote to express the unspoken pain of loss.
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