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No man has ever lived that had enough of children's gratitude or woman's love.
William Butler Yeats
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Interpretation

What this quote means

True gratitude and love are never fully satisfied; we always crave more.

William Butler Yeats suggests that the expressions of gratitude from children and the love of women are profound yet insatiable. It implies that no matter how much one receives, there is always a yearning for more and a deeper connection that cannot be completely fulfilled, emphasizing the continuing desire for emotional connections.

Themes

GratitudeLoveChildrenWomenEmotional Connection

In practice

Example use cases

This quote can be used to inspire parents when discussing the bonds with their children.

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