Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar.
Robert FrostRead
Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.
Interpretation
Joy is often intertwined with pain and struggle, highlighting the complexity of human emotions.
In this quote, Robert Frost expresses the idea that true joy cannot be fully appreciated without experiencing sorrow and hardship. He suggests that the struggles and challenges we face in life add depth and richness to our happiness, indicating that moments of love and joy are often accompanied by sadness and imperfection, which ultimately enrich our experiences and understanding of life.
In practice
In a graduation speech to emphasize that challenges faced during education are what make achievements more meaningful.
Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar.
You have freedom when you're easy in your harness.
God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live, And said "To you, my children, These lovely flowers I give. Prune ye my vines and fig trees, With care my flowers tend, But keep the pathway open Your home is at the end." God's Garden
'Warm in December, cold in June, you say?' _x000D_ _x000D_ I don't suppose the water's changed at all. _x000D_ _x000D_ You and I know enough to know it's warm _x000D_ _x000D_ Compared with cold, and cold compared with warm. _x000D_ _x000D_ But all the fun's in how you say a thing.
For, dear me, why abandon a belief, Merely because it ceases to be true, Cling to it long enough, and not a doubt, It will turn true again, for so it goes.
The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.
We have to realize that we are as deeply afraid to live and to love as we are to die.
We think that accomplishing things will complete us, when it is experiencing life that will.
To rejoice in life, to find the world beautiful ... was a mark of the Greek spirit.
Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little. The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark.
You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days itβs made out of. Nothin else.
The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
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