The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.
They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide; They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the loss of paradise and the journey of life that follows, emphasizing choice and guidance.
In this passage from John Milton's work, the characters are facing the reality of their expulsion from Paradise, confronted by the gravity of their situation but also aware of the limitless possibilities that lie ahead. The imagery of a 'flaming brand' as the gate and the presence of 'dreadful faces' underscore the weight of their loss, while the phrase 'the world was all before them' highlights the freedom of choice they now possess. They embark on their journey, guided by Providence, symbolizing faith and hope despite their sorrow.
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Example use cases
This quote can be used in a motivational speech about overcoming loss and embracing new beginnings.
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