Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
Yet nothing can to nothing fall, Nor any place be empty quite; Therefore I think my breast hath all Those pieces still, though they be not unite; And now, as broken glasses show A hundred lesser faces, so My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, But after one such love, can love no more.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the enduring impact of love despite its loss and fragmentation.
John Donne's quote expresses the idea that even when love is lost and one's heart feels fragmented, the remnants of that love continue to exist within. He uses the metaphor of broken glass reflecting multiple lesser images to illustrate how the experience of love, even when it leads to heartbreak, continues to influence one's emotional landscape. The speaker acknowledges the lasting impressions that such deep feelings leave behind, indicating that while one may no longer be able to love in the same way after such an experience, the capacity for affection and admiration remains, albeit altered.
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In practice
Example use cases
In a speech about the complexities of love at a wedding.
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