Quote#Children
But to radiate the heat of the affections into a clod, which absorbs…
Quote byOliver Wendell Holmes · 1809–1894
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table (1858), Ch. 6.
English (original)
But to radiate the heat of the affections into a clod, which absorbs all that is poured into it, but never warms beneath the sunshine of smiles or the pressure of hand or lip,—this is the great martyrdom of sensitive beings,—most of all in that perpetual auto da fé where young womanhood is the sacrifice.
— Oliver Wendell Holmes
More from Oliver Wendell Holmes
I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer!
Storms, thunders, waves! Howl, crash, and bellow till ye get your fill; Ye sometimes rest; men never can be still But in their graves.
Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale!
The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom; And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
The god looked out upon the troubled deep Waked into tumult from its placid sleep; The flame of anger kindles in his eye As the wild waves ascend the lowering sky; He lifts his head above their awful height And to the distant fleet directs …
Thou say’st an undisputed thing In such a solemn way.