There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
T. S. EliotRead
So the lover must struggle for words.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love requires effort and communication to articulate one's feelings.
In this quote, T. S. Eliot expresses the idea that expressing love is not always easy; it often involves a struggle to find the right words that truly convey one's emotions. This struggle highlights the complexity of love and the importance of communication in relationships, suggesting that deep feelings can be difficult to articulate but are essential for connecting with others.
Themes
LoveWordsCommunicationStruggleEmotion
In practice
Example use cases
In a romantic speech, one might quote Eliot to emphasize the effort required to express deep feelings.
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