Friendship Quote by Emily Brontë
““Hope Was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as selfish-hearted men. She was cruel in her fear; Through the bars one dreary day, I looked out to see her there, And she turned her face away! Like a false guard, false watch keeping, Still, in strife, she whispered peace; She would sing while I was weeping; If I listened, she would cease. False she was, and unrelenting; When my last joys strewed the ground, Even Sorrow saw, repenting, Those sad relics scattered round; Hope, whose whisper would have given Balm to all my frenzied pain, Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven, Went, and ne'er returned again!””
About This Quote
Source Poem: Unknown, 19th century poetry
Hope is portrayed as a fragile, unreliable companion that offers comfort but ultimately abandons in times of deep sorrow.
In simple terms: Hope can be fleeting and sometimes deceptive.
Key Takeaway
Recognize hope's limits and seek inner strength.
Themes
hope
illusion
comfort
despair
Mood
melancholic
reflective
Type
poetic
literary
When to use this quote
- grief counseling
- creative writing
- personal reflection
- mental health support
Key Concepts
existentialism
psychology
literary metaphor
Questions to Reflect On
- How do you differentiate true hope from false reassurance?
- When should you seek internal resilience over external hope?
A Different Perspective
Hope may not always sustain; reliance can lead to disappointment.
