O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRead
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Life achieves perfection when there is a harmonious balance between contrasting elements.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's quote compares life to a French poem, suggesting that just as a poem is beautifully crafted through the blend of masculine and feminine rhymes, so too is life enriched through the diversity and balance of different elements. This balance is crucial for achieving a fuller, more nuanced experience in life, where contrasting ideas and qualities harmoniously coexist to create something profound and beautiful.
Themes
LifeBalanceHarmonyContrastPoem
In practice
Example use cases
During a discussion about life's complexities, this quote can highlight the importance of balance in diverse opinions.
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