I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so, the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her.
Interpretation
This quote expresses the deep connection and hope in a romantic relationship despite past hardships.
In this quote, Charles Dickens captures a poignant moment of love and renewal. The narrator reflects on leaving a difficult or 'ruined' situation alongside a cherished partner, drawing a parallel to the rising mists that signify new beginnings. The imagery suggests that despite their past struggles, the presence of love brings tranquility and a sense of assurance against future separations, emphasizing the enduring nature of their bond.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a wedding ceremony to highlight the enduring nature of love.
I recollected one story there was in the village, how that on a certain night in the year (it might be that very night for anything I knew), all the dead people came out of the ground and sat at the heads of their own graves till morning.
A silent look of affection and regard when all other eyes are turned coldly away-the consciousness that we possess the sympathy and affection of one being when all others have deserted us-is a hold, a stay, a comfort, in the deepest affliction, which no wealth could purchase, or power bestow.
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before--more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.
There are not a few among the disciples of charity who require, in their vocation, scarcely less excitement than the votaries of pleasure in theirs.
You might, from your appearance, be the wife of Lucifer,” said Miss Pross, in her breathing. “Nevertheless, you shall not get the better of me. I am an Englishwoman.
Christmas is a poor excuse every 25th of December to pick a man's pockets.
Go home and say to yourself, ‘I am a wayward, foolish child. But He loves me! I have disobeyed and grieved Him ten thousand times. But He loves me! I have lost faith in some of my dearest friends and am very desolate. But He loves me! I do not love Him, I am even angry with Him! But He loves me!
If you love, you will suffer. The only way to protect yourself against suffering is to protect yourself against love - and that is the greatest suffering of all, loneliness.
Love. Be curious. Always try to do your best.
True love does not pay attention to the evil it suffers. It rejoices in doing good.
Love without risk is an impossibility, like war without death.
Love commingled with hate is more powerful than love. Or hate.
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