Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
John DonneRead
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the complexity and struggles of the human soul.
In this quote, John Donne uses vivid imagery to describe the human soul as intricate and complicated, suggesting a state of confusion and a search for understanding. It emphasizes the challenges individuals face in navigating their thoughts and emotions, portraying the soul's journey as akin to traversing a labyrinth full of riddles and perplexities.
In practice
During a discussion about mental health, one might reference this quote to illustrate the complexity of personal struggles.
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.
Corporation: An ingenious device for obtaining profit without individual responsibility.
It seems to me, that the only Objects of the abstract Sciences or of Demonstration is Quantity and Number, and that all Attempts to extend this more perfect Species of Knowledge beyond these Bounds are mere Sophistry and Illusion.
I am not like a pebble on the beach - a grain of sand on the seashore or just one of millions of human beings past, present and future. No, I am a unique human being loved by God as if I were an only child - the only fruit of his creative powers.
It is futile to try to make the universe add up. But I guess we must go on anyhow.
I'm convinced that I'm a child of God. That's wonderful, exhilarating, liberating, full of promise. But the burden which goes along with that is, I'm convinced that everybody is a child of God. . . . I weep a lot. I thank God I laugh a lot, too. The main thing in one's own private world is to try to laugh as much as you cry.
There is something about poverty that smells like death.
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