Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
W. H. AudenRead
No hero is mortal till he dies.
Interpretation
A hero's legacy lives on even after their death, as long as they make an impact during their life.
This quote by W. H. Auden reflects on the idea that the true essence of a hero is not defined by their mortality but by the impact and influence they have on the world. While physical existence comes to an end with death, the deeds and memories of a hero can be eternal, inspiring future generations and remaining alive in the hearts of those they've touched.
In practice
During a memorial service for a beloved leader, someone might say this quote to emphasize the lasting impact of their contributions.
Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
That the speech of self-disclosure should be translatable seems to me very odd, but I am convinced that it is. The conclusion that I draw is that the only quality which all human being without exception possess is uniqueness: any characteristic, on the other hand, which one individual can be recognized as having in common with another, like red hair or the English language, implies the existence of other individual qualities which this classification excludes.
Nobody knows what the cause is, though some pretend they do; it like some hidden assassin waiting to strike at you. Childless women get it, and men when they retire; it as if there had to be some outlet for their foiled creative fire.
History is, strictly speaking, the study of questions; the study of answers belongs to anthropology and sociology.
Music is the best means we have of digesting time.
'Healing,' Papa would tell me, 'is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature.'
I don't think you ever understand your life - not till it's finished and probably not then either. The more I live the less I seem to understand.
Everything that is,casts a shadow
Life on Earth is at the ever-increasing risk of being wiped out by a disaster, such as sudden global nuclear war, a genetically engineered virus or other dangers we have not yet thought of.
If one yearns to see the face of the Divine, one must break out of the aquarium, escape the fish farm, to go swim up wild cataracts, dive in deep fjords. One must explore the labyrinth of the reef, the shadows of the lily pads. How limiting, how insulting to think of God as a benevolent warden, an absentee hatchery manager who imprisons us in the 'comfort' of artificial pools, where intermediaries sprinkle our restrictive waters with sanitized flakes of processed nutriment.
The slave-breeders and slave-traders, are a small, odious and detested class, among you; and yet in politics, they dictate the course of all of you, and are as completely your masters, as you are the master of your own negroes.
I pity the man who wants a coat so cheap that the man or woman who produces the cloth will starve in the process.
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