I'd rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
E. E. CummingsRead
things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision
Interpretation
The quote suggests that the delicate and beautiful thoughts we have may not always present themselves well in the real world.
E. E. Cummings reflects on the complexity of thoughts and emotions, highlighting that our most profound ideas and feelings can sometimes succumb to external appearances or circumstances that diminish their true beauty. The imagery of blossoming thoughts contrasting with clumsiness illustrates the fragile nature of creativity and self-expression in a world that often prioritizes practicality over vulnerability.
In practice
This quote can be used during a motivational speech about embracing creativity in the face of adversity.
I'd rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
When god decided to invent everything he took one reath bigger than a circustent and everything began
The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
Today the logic goes something like this: 'Calling a ruler Son of God is out of style. No one really does that nowadays. We can support a president while also worshiping Jesus as the Son of God.' But how is this possible? For one says that we must love our enemies, and the other says we must kill them; one promotes the economics of competition, while the other admonishes the forgiveness of debts. To which do we pledge allegiance?
What is meant by reality? It would seem to be something very erratic, very undependable - now to be found in a dusty road, now in a scrap of newspaper in the street, now a daffodil in the sun. It lights up a group in a room and stamps some casual saying
There were times that I thought I was good looking.
The poets are only the interpreters of the gods.
War does horrible things to human beings, to societies. It brings out the best, but most often the worst, in our human nature.
The book, as it stands, seems to me to be one of the most frightful muddles I have ever read, with scarcely a sound proposition in it beginning with page 45 [Hayek provided historical background up to page 45; after that came his theoretical model], and yet it remains a book of some interest, which is likely to leave its mark on the mind of the reader. It is an extraordinary example of how, starting with a mistake, a remorseless logician can end up in bedlam.
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