Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
W. H. AudenRead
But once in a while the odd thing happens _x000D_ Once in a while the dream comes true _x000D_ And the whole pattern of life is altered _x000D_ Once in a while, the moon turns blue
Interpretation
Life can change unexpectedly, and sometimes dreams materialize, altering our existence.
In this quote, Auden reflects on the rarity and unpredictability of significant events in life, comparing them to extraordinary occurrences like a blue moon. He suggests that such moments, when dreams come true, have the power to transform our lives and perspectives, emphasizing the importance of hope and possibility.
In practice
This quote can be invoked during a motivational speech to inspire others to pursue their dreams.
Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
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Some counterfeits reproduce so very well the truth that it would be a flaw of judgment not to be deceived by them.
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