If you have the guts to be yourself, other people'll pay your price.
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The breezes taste Of apple peel. The air is full Of smells to feel- Ripe fruit, old footballs, Burning brush, New books, erasers, Chalk, and such. The bee, his hive, Well-honeyed hum, And Mother cuts Chrysanthemums. Like plates washed clean With suds, the days Are polished with A morning haze.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote celebrates the sensory experiences of nature and daily life.
John Updike's quote vividly captures the rich tapestry of sensations present in our environment, from the scents of ripe fruits to the peaceful sound of a bee buzzing. It reflects on how these diverse experiences shape our perception of time and life itself, suggesting that each moment is precious and filled with beauty, much like the way mornings bring a fresh start each day.
Themes
NatureSensesExperienceBeautyLife
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a speech about the importance of appreciating the environment during Earth Day.
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