Silence is an ornament for women.
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Alas, how quickly the gratitude owed to the dead flows off, how quick to be proved a deceiver.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The fleeting nature of gratitude for those who have passed away reveals human fickleness.
This quote by Sophocles reflects on the transient nature of gratitude that people often express towards the deceased. It suggests that after death, the recognition of someone's contributions and importance can quickly fade, highlighting a human tendency to forget or take for granted the sacrifices and impacts made by others, particularly once they are no longer present to remind us of their worth.
Themes
GratitudeDeadMemoryHuman NatureTransience
In practice
Example use cases
A eulogy reflecting on a loved oneβs impact.
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