Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
John DonneRead
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the concept of death and the eternal nature of life beyond it.
John Donne's quote contemplates mortality and the afterlife, suggesting that death is merely a transition rather than an end. The imagery of a 'short sleep' indicates that life continues in a different form, and ultimately, death itself will be conquered, leading to a profound existence beyond the physical world.
In practice
In a eulogy, you might use this quote to comfort the grieving by emphasizing the eternal nature of the soul.
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?
Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
I call not that virginity a virtue, which resideth onely in the bodies integrity; much less if it be with a purpose of perpetually keeping it: for then it is a most inhumane vice. - But I call that Virginity a virtue which is willing and desirous to yield it self upon honest and lawfull terms, when just reason requireth; and until then, is kept with a modest chastity of body and mind.
Robin turned and looked straight into her. "What's life for?" "I don't know." "I don't either. But I don't think it's about winning.
Valar Morghulis - All men must die.
One is what one is, and the dishonesty of hiding behind a degree, or a title, or any manner and collection of words, is still exactly that: dishonest.
Allah knows exactly what to give you to help you return to Him. The events in your life are purposeful, appropriate & non-random.
Ah, not to be cut off, not through the slightest partition shut out from the law of the stars. The inner -- what is it? if not the intensified sky, hurled through with birds and deep with the winds of homecoming.
And we are magic talking to itself, noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins forgotten. Am I still lost? Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself
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