Literary notes about wave (AI summary)
The word “wave” in literature is celebrated for its rich, multifaceted symbolism, seamlessly merging the physical world with the realm of human emotion and societal dynamics. Sometimes it vividly portrays natural forces and inner turmoil—a “wreathing wave” of dark despair that mirrors the depth of human suffering ([1]), or a “furious wave” embodying the surge of unbridled hate ([2])—while at other times it signifies a moment of dramatic change or the unstoppable momentum of events, as when one narrowly escapes a mighty surge ([3]) or is swept along by a tidal current of popular sentiment ([4]). Equally, “wave” is employed as a subtle gesture, lending a graceful, almost wordless expression to scenes of farewell or greeting in narrative passages ([5], [6], [7]). Thus, across genres and eras, authors invoke the imagery of waves to capture the interplay between nature’s relentless energy and the fleeting, yet powerful, expressions of human life.
- And canst thou not thy sister free From this wide waste of troublous sea Whose sharks are doubt and terror, where Each wreathing wave is dark despair?
— from The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse by Valmiki - His hatred, like a powerless though furious wave, was broken against the strong ascendancy which Mercédès exercised over him.
— from The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas and Auguste Maquet - Yes, that was a mighty wave which you have escaped.
— from The Republic of Plato by Plato - The popular inclinations resemble a tidal wave; if the current once commences in your favour, it will go on of its own force to the end.
— from Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Complete by Michel de Montaigne - Tadeo would bow politely, wave his hand in a friendly manner, and call out a familiar greeting.
— from The Reign of Greed by José Rizal - She pulled a white cambric handkerchief out of her pocket, and took it by one corner in her right hand, to wave it in the dance.
— from The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky - Holmes dismissed the subject with a wave.
— from The Valley of Fear by Arthur Conan Doyle