My love is such that Rivers cannot quench, _x000D_ _x000D_ Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence. _x000D_ _x000D_ Thy love is such I can no way repay, _x000D_ _x000D_ The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Anne BradstreetRead
We must, therefore, be here as strangers and pilgrims, that we may plainly declare that we seek a city above.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the transient nature of our existence and a longing for a greater purpose beyond this life.
Anne Bradstreet's quote reflects the idea that human life is temporary and marked by an exploration for deeper meaning or a spiritual goal. The terms 'strangers and pilgrims' suggest that we are merely travelers on this earth, with our true home lying beyond our worldly experiences, symbolized by the 'city above'. This highlights a journey towards enlightenment and a pursuit of higher ideals.
In practice
In a speech about the pursuit of higher goals, you might say: 'As Anne Bradstreet once said, we must be here as strangers and pilgrims, seeking a city above.'
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench, _x000D_ _x000D_ Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence. _x000D_ _x000D_ Thy love is such I can no way repay, _x000D_ _x000D_ The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
Iron till it be thoroughly heated is incapable to be wrought; so God sees good to cast some men into the furnace of affliction, and then beats them on His anvil into what frame He desires.
O Time the fatal wrack of mortal things,_x000D_ That draws oblivion's curtains over kings;_x000D_ Their sumptuous monuments, men know them not,_x000D_ Their names without a record are forgot,_x000D_ Their parts, their ports, their pomps all laid in th' dust_x000D_ Nor wit nor gold, nor buildings scape time's rust;_x000D_ But he whose name is graved in the white stone_x000D_ Shall last and shine when all of these are gone.
Authority without wisdom is like a heavy ax without an edge -- fitter to bruise than polish.
That when we live no more, We may live ever
In some sort of crude sense, which no vulgarity, no humor, no overstatement can quite extinguish, the physicists have known sin; and this is a knowledge which they cannot lose.
The Utopians feel that slaughtering our fellow creatures gradually destroys the sense of compassion, which is the finest sentiment of which our human nature is capable.
To the extent that the judicial profession becomes the daily routine of deciding cases on the most secure precedents and the narrowest grounds available, the judicial mind atrophies and its perspective shrinks.
All human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.
For some reason, the most vocal Christians among us never mention the Beatitudes (Matthew 5). But, often with tears in their eyes, they demand that the Ten Commandments be posted in public buildings. And of course, that's Moses, not Jesus. I haven't heard one of them demand that the Sermon on the Mount, the Beatitudes, be posted anywhere. "Blessed are the merciful" in a courtroom? "Blessed are the peacemakers" in the Pentagon? Give me a break!
A lost battle is a battle one thinks one has lost.
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