Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
Emily DickinsonRead
Memory is a strange Bell—Jubilee, and Knell.
Interpretation
Memory encompasses both joyful and sorrowful moments, much like a bell that can signal celebration or mourning.
In this quote, Emily Dickinson reflects on the dual nature of memory, suggesting that it can evoke both happiness (jubilee) and sadness (knell). The metaphor of a bell illustrates how memories resonate within us, often ringing out with the joyous echoes of pleasant events while also reminding us of losses and sorrowful experiences. Thus, memory serves as a powerful, complex part of our human experience, encapsulating the richness of life.
In practice
To inspire a group reflection on personal growth, one might share this quote during a workshop.
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,— 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!
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Every philosophical problem, when it is subjected to the necessary analysis and justification, is found either to be not really philosophical at all, or else to be, in the sense in which we are using the word, logical.
We should not have a petty regard for God's gifts, though we may and should despise our own imperfections.
but that mimosa grove - the haze of stars, the tingle, the flame, the honey-dew, and the ache remained with me, and that little girl with her seaside limbs and ardent tongue haunted me ever since." "this then is my story. i have reread it. it has bits of marrow sticking to it, and blood, and beautiful bright-green flies. at this or that twist of it i feel my slippery self eluding me, gliding into deeper and darker waters than i care to probe.
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It's a near miracle that nuclear war has so far been avoided.
I see clearly that the thing the church needs most today is the ability to heal wounds and to warm the hearts of the faithful; it needs nearness, proximity. I see the church as a field hospital after battle... The church sometimes has locked itself up in small things, in small-minded rules. The most important thing is the first proclamation: Jesus Christ has saved you.
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