There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
T. S. EliotRead
A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the challenges and hardships encountered during difficult journeys, metaphorically representing life’s struggles.
In this quote, T. S. Eliot conveys the notion that significant undertakings often come at inopportune times, when conditions are least favorable. The imagery of winter symbolizes obstacles and discomfort, suggesting that meaningful journeys or experiences may require endurance and resilience amid adversity.
In practice
This quote can be used during a motivational speech about overcoming life's adversities.
There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
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