I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.
Langston HughesRead
Out of love, No regrets-- Though the goodness Be wasted forever. Out of love, No regrets-- Though the return Be never.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses an unconditional love that embraces selflessness without regrets, despite potential loss.
In this quote, Langston Hughes reflects on the nature of love that is given freely and selflessly, suggesting that true love does not seek return or reward. Even if the goodness and affection are never reciprocated, there should be no regrets for having loved, as the act of loving itself is valuable and meaningful.
Themes
LoveSelflessnessRegretGoodnessAffection
In practice
Example use cases
In a speech about unconditional love during a wedding ceremony.
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