And out of darkness came the hands that reach through nature, moulding men.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that through struggles and challenges, transformative forces shape humanity.
In this quote, Tennyson reflects on the concept that out of darkness, or difficult times, there arise hands, symbolizing creative and nurturing forces, that shape and mold individuals. This implies that nature, often seen as a harsh environment, plays a significant role in human development and evolution, emphasizing the interconnectedness of humanity and the natural world.
In practice
In a speech about resilience, one might say, 'As Tennyson puts it, 'And out of darkness came the hands that reach through nature, moulding men', reminding us that challenges can lead to personal growth.'
Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.
How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!
Earth is dry to the centre,_x000D_ But spring, a new comer,_x000D_ A spring rich and strange,_x000D_ Shall make the winds blow_x000D_ Round and round,_x000D_ Thro' and thro',_x000D_ Here and there,_x000D_ Till the air_x000D_ And the ground_x000D_ Shall be fill'd with life anew.
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus
Nothing is really small; whoever is open to the deep penetration of nature knows this.
Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.
Nature reaches out to us with welcoming arms, and bids us enjoy her beauty; but we dread her silence and rush into the crowded cities, there to huddle like sheep fleeing from a ferocious wolf.
The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness
The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.
If we can't afford to take good care of the land that feeds us, we're in an insurmountable mess.
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