It is as absurd to argue men, as to torture them, into believing.
John Henry NewmanRead
And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses a deep nostalgia for cherished memories of loved ones who are no longer present.
John Henry Newman's quote reflects the bittersweet nature of love and memory. It speaks to the joy and comfort that comes from recalling the faces of those we have deeply cared for, even if they are no longer in our lives. This longing for connection amidst loss is a universal human experience, evoking a sense of warmth and sorrow simultaneously.
Themes
NostalgiaLoveMemoryLossLonging
In practice
Example use cases
In a eulogy to celebrate a loved one's life.
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