And enough for me that when my hand touched your shoulder, you leaned on me; and when you felt me slip away, you called my name.
Orson Scott CardRead
It's the problem with age. You have all these rusty arguments, and no quarrel to use them in. My brain is a museum, but alas, I'm the only visitor, and even I am not terribly interested in the displays.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on aging and the accumulation of knowledge that may no longer feel relevant or exciting.
In this quote, Orson Scott Card conveys a poignant reflection on the effects of aging, expressing feelings of isolation and disinterest in the wealth of knowledge one accumulates over time. The metaphor of the brain as a museum suggests that while there may be valuable ideas and experiences stored within, they are underappreciated and unutilized, resulting in a sense of loss and disconnection from one’s own thoughts and past arguments.
In practice
A speaker discussing the importance of engaging with one's own thoughts and not letting them collect dust.
And enough for me that when my hand touched your shoulder, you leaned on me; and when you felt me slip away, you called my name.
The world is always a democracy in times of flux, and the man with the best voice will win.
Never mind that the story had turned out to be lies and foolishness—there was always folks stupid enough to say, Where there's smoke there's fire, when the saying should have been, Where there's scandalous lies there's always malicious believers and spreaders-around, regardless of evidence.
The lives of all people flow through time, and, regardless of how brutal one moment may be, how filled with grief or pain or fear, time flows through all lives equally.
You take a step, then another. That's the journey. But to take a step with your eyes open is not a journey at all, it's a remaking of your own mind.
I've had your tears with mine, and you've had mine with yours. I think that's more intimate even than a kiss.
We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. We imagined we were being responsible but were only being cowardly. What we called realism turned out to be a way of avoiding things rather than facing them.
You want to dig your well where you have the best chance of finding water with the least amount of digging
Who then is free? The wise man who can govern himself.
To learn about oneself, a living thing, you have to watch, learn anew each minute.
The only real failure in life is not to be true to the best one knows.
I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark.
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