If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
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No man has ever lived that had enough of children's gratitude or woman's love.
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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