If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
William Butler YeatsRead
We had fed the heart on fantasies, The heart's grown brutal from the fare, More substance in our enmities Than in our love
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the idea that indulging in imaginary notions of love can lead to emotional numbness and an emphasis on conflict over genuine affection.
In this quote, Yeats explores the consequences of nourishing our hearts with unrealistic fantasies rather than authentic love. The heart, in turn, becomes hardened and desensitized, finding more value in enmity and conflicts than in the tenderness of genuine connections. This speaks to the dangers of idealizing love and neglecting the nurturing of true, meaningful relationships, which can lead to a prevalent culture of discord over compassion.
Themes
LoveFantasyRelationshipsEmotionsEnmity
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a discussion about the nature of modern relationships in a psychology class.
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