The truth is... everything counts. Everything. Everything we do and everything we say. Everything helps or hurts; everything adds to or takes away from someone else.
So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds, And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects the pain and struggle of concealing one's true emotions while nurturing hope for eventual healing or growth.
Countee Cullen's quote delves into the human experience of hiding one's emotional pain and vulnerability from the world. The imagery of a 'bleeding heart' symbolizes deep sorrow or suffering, while 'agonizing seeds' represents the potential for change or healing that requires patience and care. The act of waiting implies a sense of endurance amidst anguish, highlighting the complex relationship between suffering and the hope for renewal.
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In practice
Example use cases
In a motivational speech about overcoming adversity, one might say, 'As Countee Cullen once expressed, we often hide our pain, yet it's in nurturing our struggles that we grow.'
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All day long and all night through, One thing only must I do: Quench my pride and cool my blood, Lest I perish in the flood.
Your love to me was like an unread book.
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