Alas, how easily things go wrong! A sigh too much, a kiss too long And there follows a mist and a weeping rain And life is never the same again
George MacdonaldRead
When I can no more stir my soul to move, and life is but the ashes of a fire; when I can but remember that my heart once used to live and love, long and aspire- O, be thou then the first, the one thou art; be thou the calling, before all answering love, and in me wake hope, fear, boundless desire.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects the depth of longing for love and hope, even in times of despair.
In this poignant expression by George Macdonald, the speaker conveys a profound yearning for emotional connection and inspiration amidst feelings of emptiness. The imagery of life being reduced to 'ashes of a fire' symbolizes the loss of vitality and passion, while evoking a call for a rekindling of hope and love, suggesting that even in our darkest moments, one can aspire towards desire and rejuvenation through connection with others.
Themes
LoveHopeDesireInspirationLifeLonging
In practice
Example use cases
This quote would resonate well in a speech about overcoming adversity through love.
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