I am like a man so busy in letting rooms in one end of his house, that he can't stop to put out the fire that is burning the other.
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The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battle-field, and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearth-stone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature. --as quoted in THE RIVER OF WINGED DREAMS
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the collective memory of a nation and the innate goodness within humanity, suggesting hope for unity and peace.
This quote by Abraham Lincoln speaks to the deep and shared memories of a nation's struggles and sacrifices. It conveys an optimistic belief that the inherent goodness and compassion within people will eventually resonate and lead to a harmonious coming together, resonating with the idea that despite the shadows of the past, there is always hope for a brighter future governed by our better instincts.
Themes
MemoryUnityGoodnessHopeNature
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be used in a speech addressing healing after conflict.
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