Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love.
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Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves. They flickered out saying: "It was worth being a bubble, just to have held that rainbow thirty seconds.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects the beauty of briefly experiencing something wonderful.
In this quote, Carl Sandburg illustrates the fleeting nature of beauty and joy through the metaphor of bubbles experiencing rainbows. It emphasizes that even temporary moments of happiness or fulfillment can be profoundly meaningful, suggesting that the experience itself holds value, regardless of its brevity.
Themes
BubblesRainbowsBeautyExperienceLifeMoments
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a graduation speech to encourage students to appreciate the beauty in fleeting moments.
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