NOT, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of man In me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can; Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.
Interpretation
This quote addresses the struggle against despair and the human will to hope against adversity.
Gerard Manley Hopkins's quote captures a profound internal conflict where the speaker rejects despair and the notion of surrendering to hopelessness. It conveys the essence of human resilience, emphasizing a battle between dark thoughts and the enduring light of hope, as the speaker insists on the possibility of choosing to exist optimistically, regardless of their current tribulations.
In practice
During a motivational speech about overcoming adversity.
And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs— Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
Look at the stars! Look, look up at the skies! Oh look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!
Let Him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east.
Birds buildbut not I build; no, but strain, Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes. Mine,O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.
Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.
For Christ plays in ten thousand places,/ Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his/ To the Father through the features of men’s faces.
She began framing the words of her telegram into a senseless singsong; so that several park keepers looked at her with suspicion and were only brought to a favourable opinion of her sanity by noticing the pearl necklace which she wore.
There lies at the back of every creed something terrible and hard for which the worshipper may one day be required to suffer.
Do you know my friend that each one of us is a dark mystery, a maze of conflicting passions and desire and aptitudes?
Approved attributes and their relation to face make every man his own jailer; this is a fundamental social constraint even though each man may like his cell.
The wicked exist in this world either to be converted or that through them the good may exercise patience.
Bad facts make bad law, and people who write bad laws are in my opinion more dangerous than songwriters who celebrate sexuality. Freedom of speech, freedom of religious thought, and the right to due process for composers, performers and retailers are imperiled if the PMRC and the major labels consummate this nasty bargain.
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