Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.
Thomas HoodRead
I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance, But now 't is little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the loss of innocence and the realization that adult understanding can bring sorrow instead of joy.
In this quote, Thomas Hood reminisces about his childhood perception of the fir-trees reaching towards the sky, symbolizing a time of innocence and wonder. As he grows older, he recognizes that with maturity comes a painful awareness of life's limitations and the distance from the ideals of heaven and joy, contrasting the naive joy of childhood with the more complex emotions of adulthood.
In practice
In a speech about the importance of maintaining a sense of wonder, one could use this quote to illustrate the contrast between childhood and adulthood.
Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.
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Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.
It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin sighing!
I resolved that, like the sun, as long as my day lasted, I would look on the bright side of everything.
We all suffer alone in the real world. True empathy's impossible. But if a piece of fiction can alow us imaginatively to identify with a character's pain, we might then also more easily conceive of others identifying with their own. This is nourishing, redemptive; we become less alone inside. It might just be that simple.
War never takes a wicked man by chance, the good man always.
Man is a history-making creature, who can neither repeat his past, nor leave it behind.
Yet the true friend of the people should see that they be not too poor, for extreme povery lowers the character of the democracy; measures therefore should be taken which will give them lasting prosperity; and as this is equally the interest of all classes, the proceeds of the public revenues should be accumulated and distributed among its poor, if possible, in such quantities as may enable them to purchase a little farm, or, at any rate, make a beginning in trade or husbandry.
Man makes history; woman is history. The reproduction of the species is feminine: it runs steadily and quietly through all species, animal or human, through all short-lived cultures. It is primary, unchanging, everlasting, maternal, plantlike, and cultureless. If we look back we find that it is synonymous with life itself.
If one sticks too rigidly to one's principles, one would hardly see anybody.
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