I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most;' Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

Alfred Tennyson
I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it when...
I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it when...
I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it when...
I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it when...
About This Quote

The quote above is a quote from the poem “The Lady of Shalott.” In this poem, the main character laments the loss of her love and the sorrow she feels because of it. She questions whether it is better to have loved and lost or never to have loved at all. Many people think that love is a feeling that makes them happy, but the truth is that it brings many challenges as well. Love can be powerful, but also painful and at times, even devastating. The quote above touches on these feelings.

Source: In Memoriam

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