I'd rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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one pierced moment whiter than the rest -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep i watch the roses of the day grow deep.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote suggests a moment of clarity or awakening from the illusions of life, reflecting on the beauty of reality.
E. E. Cummings' quote speaks to a profound moment of awareness that contrasts sharply with the 'lie of sleep,' which symbolizes ignorance or unawareness. The imagery of 'roses of the day' evokes the beauty and vibrancy of life, emphasizing a transition from a state of unconsciousness to one of appreciation and clarity. This moment illustrates the richness of reality when seen without the distortions of dreams or complacency.
Themes
AwarenessBeautyLifeRealityAwakening
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in discussions about mindfulness and being present in the moment.
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