Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
W. H. AudenRead
Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the weight of the world and the melancholy that can accompany existence.
W. H. Auden's quote captures the essence of human sorrow in a complex world filled with challenges and emotional burdens. It suggests that as we navigate through life, often veiled in uncertainty and sadness, we may feel distanced from genuine happiness, highlighting the juxtaposition of joy and despair inherent in the human experience.
In practice
I shared this quote during a poetry reading to illustrate the complexities of human emotions.
Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
That the speech of self-disclosure should be translatable seems to me very odd, but I am convinced that it is. The conclusion that I draw is that the only quality which all human being without exception possess is uniqueness: any characteristic, on the other hand, which one individual can be recognized as having in common with another, like red hair or the English language, implies the existence of other individual qualities which this classification excludes.
Nobody knows what the cause is, though some pretend they do; it like some hidden assassin waiting to strike at you. Childless women get it, and men when they retire; it as if there had to be some outlet for their foiled creative fire.
History is, strictly speaking, the study of questions; the study of answers belongs to anthropology and sociology.
Music is the best means we have of digesting time.
'Healing,' Papa would tell me, 'is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature.'
Somewhere beyond the curtain Of distorting days Lives that lonely thing That shone before these eyes Targeted, trod like Spring.
All you have to do is wait,” I explained. “Sit tight and wait for the right moment. Not try to change anything by force, just watch the drift of things. Make an effort to cast a fair eye on everything. If you do that, you just naturally know what to do. But everyone’s always too busy. They’re too talented, their schedules are too full. They’re too interested in themselves to think about what’s fair.
A means can be justified only by its end. But the end in its turn needs to be justified.
The perfect knowledge of events cannot be acquired without divine inspiration, since all prophetic inspiration receives its prime motivating force from God the creator, then from good fortune and nature.
Those dreams that on the silent night intrude, and with false flitting shapes our minds delude ... are mere productions of the brain. And fools consult interpreters in vain.
If everybody's not a beauty, then nobody is
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