Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
Interpretation
Jealousy is the torment experienced by a wronged lover.
In this quote by John Milton, the poet highlights the intense emotional pain and suffering that jealousy can cause in romantic relationships. It portrays jealousy as a form of hell for the lover who feels wronged, emphasizing the destructive impact of such feelings on oneβs psyche and relationships.
In practice
This quote can be used in a relationship counseling session to discuss the effects of jealousy.
They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide; They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.
Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss
The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.
Apt words have power to suage the tumors of a troubled mind.
Just like that. Gone forever. They will not grow old together. They will never live on a beach by the sea, their hair turned white, dancing in a living room to Billie Holiday or Nat Cole. They will not enter a New York club at midnight and show the poor hip-hop fools how to dance. They will not chuckle together over the endless folly of the world, its vanities and stupid ambitions. They will not hug each other in any chilly New York dawn. Oh, Mary Lou. My baby. My love.
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within, but then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full and sank in the burrows of my keep, and all my armor, falling down, in a pile at my feet.
It is necessary to fall in love... if only to provide an alibi for all the random despair you are going to feel anyway.
Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy - and that is life.
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter.
Hold on to the reins of Love and donβt be afraid. _x000D_ Hold on to the real behind the false and donβt be _x000D_ afraid.
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