I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
Emily BronteRead
Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses the futility of empty beliefs and ideologies that fail to inspire genuine feelings.
Emily Bronte's quote reflects on the superficiality of many belief systems and creeds that humans cling to. She argues that these beliefs, which can stir emotions, are ultimately as useless as dead weeds or mere froth on a vast ocean, highlighting the need for deeper, more meaningful convictions in life.
Themes
BeliefsCreedsFutilityMeaningPhilosophy
In practice
Example use cases
During a philosophical debate about existentialism, one might refer to this quote to emphasize the importance of meaningful beliefs.
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