We cannot get from anyone else the things we need to fill the endless terrible need, not to be dissolved, not to sink back into sand, heat, broom, air, thinnest air. And so we revolve around each other and our dreams collide. Look out the window in any weather. We are part of all that glamour, drama, change, and should not be ashamed.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the importance of self-sufficiency and interconnectedness in our quest for fulfillment.
Ellen Gilchrist's quote reflects on the human experience of longing and the inherent need for connection with others, while also acknowledging the individuality of our dreams and aspirations. It suggests that, despite our struggles and desires, we are part of a larger tapestry of life, and we should embrace the complexities of our existence without shame. The imagery of elements like sand and air highlights our fragility and the constant interplay of dreams and realities among people.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech about personal growth and the importance of embracing one's individuality.
How often I have tried to tell writing students that the first thing a writer must do is love the reader and wish the reader well. The writer must trust the reader to be at least as intelligent as he is. Only in such well wishing and trust, only when the writer feels he is writing a letter to a good friend, only then will the magic happen.
There is the strange power we have of changing facts by the force of the imagination.
The modern world is full of the old Christian virtues gone mad. The virtues have gone mad because they have been isolated from each other and are wandering alone. Thus some scientists care for truth; and their truth is pitiless. Thus some humanitarians only care for pity; and their pity (I am sorry to say) is often untruthful.
There are periods of history when the visions of madmen and dope fiends are a better guide to reality than the common-sense interpretation of data available to the so-called normal mind. This is one such period, if you haven't noticed already.
I don't think existence wants you to be serious. I have not seen a serious tree. I have not seen a serious bird. I have not seen a serious sunrise. I have not seen a serious starry night. It seems they are all laughing in their own ways, dancing in their own ways. We may not understand it, but there is a subtle feeling that the whole existence is a celebration.
The resting place of the mind is the heart. The only thing the mind hears all day is clanging bells and noise and argument, and all it wants is quietude. The only place the mind will ever find peace is inside the silence of the heart. That's where you need to go.
What's more valuable - intelligence or consciousness?
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