Beauty is not beauty without love.
Thomas CampionRead
Kind are her answers, But her performance keeps no day; Breaks time, as dancers. From their own Music when they stray.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the beauty of kind words contrasted with the fleeting nature of actions and time.
In this quote, Thomas Campion contrasts the gentleness and kindness of a person's words with the inconsistency of their actions, much like dancers who may stray from the music they were meant to follow. It highlights the theme that while kind words can be beautiful and comforting, they can sometimes lack the permanence of meaningful actions, suggesting that true connection lies in a harmony between what we say and what we do.
Themes
KindnessActionsWordsLovePerformance
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be used in a discussion about the importance of matching words with actions in relationships.
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