It is not for man to rest in absolute contentment. He is born to hopes and aspirations as the sparks fly upward, unless he has brutalized his nature and quenched the spirit of immortality which is his portion.
Robert SoutheyRead
The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
Interpretation
Losing a friend is deeply painful and although time can lessen the hurt, the absence remains permanent.
This quote by Robert Southey compares the loss of a friendship to the loss of a physical limb, emphasizing the profound impact that losing a friend can have on an individual. It suggests that while time can help diminish the pain associated with such a loss, the friend will always be missed, indicating that certain emotional scars never fully heal.
In practice
Sharing this quote during a eulogy for a friend who has passed away.
It is not for man to rest in absolute contentment. He is born to hopes and aspirations as the sparks fly upward, unless he has brutalized his nature and quenched the spirit of immortality which is his portion.
Oh, when a mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight?
If you would be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
They sin who tell us Love can die: with Life all other passions fly, all others are but vanity.
Order is the sanity of the mind, the health of the body, the peace of the city, the security of the state. Like beams in a house or bones to a body, so is order to all things.
My days among the dead are passed; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
She laughed when there was no joke. She danced when there was no music. She had no friends, yet she was the friendliest person in school.
I pass by people, grazing them on the edges, and it bothers me. I've got to admire someone to really like them deeply - to value them as friends.
As the years progress one increasingly realises the importance of friendship and human solidarity. And if a 90-year-old may offer some unsolicited advice on this occasion, it would be that you, irrespective of your age, should place human solidarity, the concern for the other, at the centre of the values by which you live.
A friend in power is a friend lost.
My best friend is me, and I take good care of me.
Again and again, I learn how much friendship enriches my life, bringing warmth, assurance, humour, inspiration, a sense of security. It depends on honesty, trust, loyalty. It's about giving. It's for sharing the good times, but also the tough times, hurt, grief, sadness.
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