O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRead
There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The experience of falling in love is pure and sacred.
This quote expresses the profound and sacred nature of the initial experience of love. Longfellow suggests that the first awareness of love is unparalleled in its beauty and significance, likening it to the delicate and enchanting movement of silken wings, which evokes a sense of wonder and purity that should be cherished.
Themes
LoveFirst ConsciousnessBeautyExperienceEmotion
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be shared at a wedding to celebrate the beauty of first love.
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