Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.
Walter ScottRead
Where shall the lover rest,_x000D_ _x000D_ Whom the fates sever_x000D_ _x000D_ From his true maiden's breast,_x000D_ _x000D_ Parted for ever?_x000D_ _x000D_ Where, through groves deep and high,_x000D_ _x000D_ Sounds the far billow,_x000D_ _x000D_ Where early violets die,_x000D_ _x000D_ Under the willow.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the sorrow of separation between lovers and the longing for a reunion.
Walter Scott's quote captures the deep emotional turmoil faced by someone who has been separated from their beloved. It evokes imagery of nature to express the aching loss and the search for solace amidst grief, portraying the pain of love that is thwarted by fate and the desire for a connection that feels irreparably severed.
In practice
This quote can be used in a romantic letter to express feelings of loss.
Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
There is a vulgar incredulity, which in historical matters, as well as in those of religion, finds it easier to doubt than to examine.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
On his bold visage middle age Had slightly press'd its signet sage, Yet had not quench'd the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth: Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare.
It takes courage to love, but pain through love is the purifying fire which those who love generously know.
We had fed the heart on fantasies, The heart's grown brutal from the fare, More substance in our enmities Than in our love
During my incarceration Mother visited me. She had in some way managed to leave the workhouse and was making an effort to establish a home for us. Her presence was like a bouquet of flowers; she looked so fresh and lovely that I felt ashamed of my unkempt appearance and my shaved iodined head.'You must excuse his dirty face,' said the nurse.Mother laughed, and how well I remember her endearing words as she hugged and kissed me: 'With all thy dirt I love thee still.
You must know that I am, of all men who were ever born, the most inclined to love persons. Whenever I behold someone who possesses any talent or displays any dexterity of mind, who can do or say something more appropriately than the rest of the world, I am compelled to fall in love with him; and then I give myself up to him so entirely that I am no longer my own property, but wholly his.
I find flaws attractive. I find scars attractive.
My parents always looked like they loved being together. That's what I took from them, and that's how my wife and I are. I still feel like we're dating.
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