Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
Emily DickinsonRead
Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?
Interpretation
The quote reflects the joy and liberating experience of venturing into the unknown, symbolized by a soul's journey from land to sea.
Emily Dickinson's quote captures the exhilaration of a soul leaving the constraints of land and embarking on a voyage into the vastness of the sea. It explores the theme of liberation and the deeper connections to nature that arise from such a journey, suggesting that true understanding and joy come from embracing the unknown and stepping outside one's familiar surroundings.
In practice
This quote can be used in a graduation speech to inspire graduates to embrace new adventures.
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,β The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own.
I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, "That must have been the sun!
My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word
This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go---
Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.
I have always felt that the best gardens aspired to coppice and that the best woods have all the elements of the very best gardens.
Like a shadow that does not permit us to jump over it, but moves with us to maintain its proper distance, pollution is nature's answer to culture. When we have learned to recycle pollution into potent information, we will have passed over completely into the new cultural ecology.
The good life of any river may depend on the perception of its music; and the preservation of some music to perceive.
January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and April weeps -- but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.
Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies... To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit, and as vital to our lives as water and good bread. A civilization which destroys what little remains of the wild, the spare, the original, is cutting itself off from its origins and betraying the principle of civilization itself.
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