Silence in love betrays more woe - Than words though ne'er so witty; A beggar that is dumb, you know, may challenge double pity.
Walter RaleighRead
Passions are liken'd best to floods and streams:_x000D_ _x000D_ The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb;_x000D_ _x000D_ So, when affection yields discourse, it seems_x000D_ _x000D_ The bottom is but shallow whence they come._x000D_ _x000D_ They that are rich in words, in words discover
Interpretation
Deep feelings of affection often go unspoken, while those who speak a lot may not feel deeply.
The quote suggests that true passion and deep affection are often silent and profound, while those who express their feelings vocally may not necessarily have the depth of emotion they portray. It highlights a contrast between surface-level expression and the silent strength of true feeling, implying that genuine love or passion can be found in the quiet depths rather than in the loud proclamations.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech about the importance of recognizing quiet love in relationships.
Silence in love betrays more woe - Than words though ne'er so witty; A beggar that is dumb, you know, may challenge double pity.
Even such isTime, which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have, And pays us but with age and dust, Who in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered all our ways Shuts up the story of our days, And from which earth, and grave, and dust The Lord shall raise me up, I trust.
If she undervalues me, _x000D_ _x000D_ What care I how fair she be?
If all the world and love were young,_x000D_ _x000D_ And truth in every shepherd's tongue,_x000D_ _x000D_ These pretty pleasures might me move_x000D_ _x000D_ To live with thee, and be thy love.
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