Everybody must be managed. Queens must be managed. Kings must be managed, for men want managing almost as much as women, and that's saying a good deal.
Thomas HardyRead
...she moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote describes a person whose vivid imagination and ideals shield them from negativity and troubling realities.
In this quote, Thomas Hardy illustrates the power of imagination and idealism, portraying a character who navigates life within a vibrant mental landscape filled with colorful dreams and aspirations. This mental cloud serves as a protective barrier, overshadowing darker and more foreboding aspects of life, suggesting that a rich inner life can influence one's perspective and emotional state in the face of challenges.
Themes
ImaginationIdealsPositivityDreamsBright
In practice
Example use cases
In a motivational speech about pursuing dreams.
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