Quote by John Donne
Yet nothing can to nothing fall,Nor any place be empty quite;Therefore I think my breast hath allThose pieces still, though they be not unite;And now, as broken glasses showA hundred lesser faces, soMy rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,But after one such love, can love no more.
Summary
This quote suggests that nothing can truly become nothing, and no place can ever be entirely empty. The speaker believes that although their heart may be fragmented and not unified, it still contains all the pieces. They compare their broken heart to shattered glass, which reflects numerous smaller reflections. Similarly, their heart can still experience emotions such as likeness, longing, and adoration, but after experiencing a profound love, they feel they are incapable of loving to the same extent again.
By John Donne
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