Pride is founded not on the sense of happiness, but on the sense of power.
William HazlittRead
Within my heart is lurking suspicion, and base fear, and shame and hate; but above all, tyrannous love sits throned, crowned with her graces, silent and in tears.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses the complexity of emotions, where love reigns in spite of suffering and negative feelings.
William Hazlitt highlights the struggle within one's heart, presenting a dichotomy of emotions that coexist. Despite feelings of suspicion, fear, shame, and hate, love prevails as a powerful and dominant force, characterized by its beauty and silent sorrow. This suggests that even in the presence of darker emotions, love can be a majestic yet painful experience.
Themes
LoveEmotionStruggleHeartPain
In practice
Example use cases
In a speech about the complexities of relationships, one might quote this to illustrate the duality of love.
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