Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
Oscar WildeRead
Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life’s buried here, Heap earth upon it.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on themes of mortality and the beauty of life, emphasizing the gentle remembrance of a lost loved one.
Oscar Wilde's poem 'Requiescat' meditates on the nature of death and the fading beauty of life. It captures the sorrow of losing someone dear while also contemplating their peaceful rest, encouraging a tender attitude towards the deceased. The imagery of snow and daisies conveys a contrast between life and death, suggesting that although the person is gone, their essence remains intertwined with nature.
In practice
Using this quote at a memorial service to honor a loved one.
Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
London is too full of fogs and serious people. Whether the fogs produce the serious people, or whether the serious people produce the fogs, I don't know.
When one has never heard a man's name in the course of one's life, it speaks volumes for him; he must be quite respectable.
Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.
A truth ceases to be true when more than one person believes in it.
His morality is all sympathy, just what morality should be
In Japan, I live in a little neighborhood in the middle of nowhere. I don't have a bicycle or a car or anything, so my only movement is within the boundaries of my feet. I feel there's a need for that kind of conscientious objection to the momentum of the world.
We have long become overgrown with calluses; we no longer hear people being killed. ("X")
It is true that we are called to create a better world. But we are first of all called to a more immediate and exalted task: that of creating our own lives.
My idea of magic doesn't have much to do with stage tricks and illusions. The whole world abounds in magic.
I don't believe what the papers are saying They're just out to capture my dime, Exaggerating this, exaggerating that.
It is quite beyond me how anyone can believe God speaks to us in books and stories. If the world does not directly reveal to us our relationship to it, if our hearts fail to tell us what we owe ourselves and others, we shall assuredly not learn it from books, which are at best designed but to give names to our errors.
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