Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
John DrydenRead
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote describes the gentle and impactful nature of someone's words, likening them to soft, delicate snowflakes.
In this quote, John Dryden reflects on the beauty and tenderness of someone's speech. The comparison of their words to 'flakes of feathered snow' suggests that when they spoke, their words were not only gentle but also had a profound effect, melting away barriers and touching hearts with their softness and sincerity.
Themes
WordsTendernessSpeechGentlenessCommunication
In practice
Example use cases
In a romantic setting, one might quote this to emphasize the beauty of their partner's words.
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