The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
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Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
Interpretation
What this quote means
A mother's love is a constant and dependable force in an unpredictable world.
In this quote, James Joyce expresses the unwavering and unconditional nature of a mother's love amidst the chaos and uncertainties of life. He contrasts the reliability of a mother's affection with the difficulties and unpleasant realities of the world, emphasizing that this love remains a potent source of comfort and support.
Themes
MotherLoveUnconditionalComfortSupport
In practice
Example use cases
During a Mother's Day speech, one could say, 'Whatever else is unsure in this world, a mother's love is not.'
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