O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRead
It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.
Interpretation
True love sees only the good in the beloved, overlooking any flaws.
This quote by Longfellow highlights the pureness of love, suggesting that one of the most admirable qualities in a lover is their ability to focus solely on the positive attributes of the person they love. This ideal perception fosters a deep connection and reinforces the bond between partners, as it reflects an unwavering trust and admiration that transcends imperfections.
In practice
In a wedding ceremony to emphasize the beauty of unconditional love.
O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.
Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.
To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not. Then you sit down and meditate and wonder which it will be.
God is not dead; nor doth He sleep; ... _x000D_ The wrong shall fail,_x000D_ The right prevail,_x000D_ With peace on earth, good will to men.
In the long run men hit only what they aim at.
Woman is sacred; the woman one loves is holy.
If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with.
Now itβs high watermark and floodtide in the heart and time to go. The sea-nymphs in the spray will be the chorus now. Whatβs left to say? Suspect too much sweet-talk but never close your mind. It was a fortunate wind that blew me here. I leave half-ready to believe that a crippled trust might walk and the half-true rhyme is love.
Consider God's charity. Where else have we ever seen someone who has been offended voluntarily paying out his life for those who have offended him?
And you're not leaving," she said. "Promise me." It was as if she had asked him to promise to keep breathing, to notice sunshine, to permit the spinning of the earth. What choice did he have? Even if he left her, she would be camped in his heart, an insistent and willful presence. She would match her strides to his on any journey he ever took; she would lie beside him on any bed. Amalie, he said, "that's the easiest promise I've ever had to make.
To love is to find your own soul Through the soul of the beloved one.
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