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This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood, So in my veins red life might stream again, And thou be conscience-calm'd. See, here it is-- I hold it towards you.
John Keats
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What this quote means

The quote reflects on the relationship between life, death, and the yearning for connection.

In this poignant quote, John Keats uses the imagery of a warm, living hand to emphasize the intensity of life and the desire for connection, in contrast to the coldness of death symbolized by the tomb. The speaker expresses a deep longing for his vitality to be shared with another, suggesting that love and existence are intertwined, and encountering the specter of death heightens this yearning for life and consciousness in the presence of a beloved.

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Example use cases

Use this quote during a toast at a wedding to illustrate the importance of love and life.

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