A dream has power to poison sleep.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyRead
I Fall upon the thorns of life.
Interpretation
The quote expresses the struggles and painful experiences that are inherent in living.
In this quote, Percy Bysshe Shelley metaphorically describes life's difficulties as 'thorns' that one encounters. This suggests that while life can bring beauty and pleasure, it is also fraught with suffering and challenges that one must confront and endure. The imagery of falling upon thorns conveys a sense of vulnerability and the inevitability of pain in the human experience, highlighting the duality of existence where joy and suffering coexist.
In practice
This quote can be used in a motivational speech about overcoming adversity.
A dream has power to poison sleep.
Senseless is the breast and cold _x000D_ _x000D_ Which relenting love would fold;_x000D_ _x000D_ Bloodless are the veins and chill _x000D_ _x000D_ Which the pulse of pain did fill; _x000D_ _x000D_ Every little living nerve _x000D_ _x000D_ That from bitter words did swerve _x000D_ _x000D_ Round the tortur'd lips and brow, _x000D_ _x000D_ Are like sapless leaflets now _x000D_ _x000D_ Frozen upon December's bough.
A sensitive plant in a garden grew,_x000D_ _x000D_ And the young winds fed it with silver dew,_x000D_ _x000D_ And it opened its fan_x000D_ _x000D_ like leaves to the light,_x000D_ _x000D_ and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.
I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.
Make lots of noise _x000D_ Kiss lots of boys _x000D_ Or kiss lots of girls _x000D_ If that's something you're into _x000D_ When the straight and narrow _x000D_ Gets a little too straight _x000D_ Roll up a joint (or don't) _x000D_ Just follow your arrow _x000D_ Wherever it points.
I think about death all the time. I think that's a good thing because we're all going to die, and the only thing we can control is how we are and what we're doing in the meantime.
Hope may be the thing that pulls you forward, may be the thing that keeps you going, but that it's dangerous, that it's painful and risky, that it's making a dare in the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?
The Rykiel woman? She doesn't have time to stop time. She's too busy running. In her hands she's carrying a tote, a baby, a book, a camera.
I come home that morning, after I been fired, and stood outside my house with my new work shoes on. The shoes my mama paid a month's worth a light bill for. I guess that's when I understood what shame was and the color of it too. Shame ain't black, like dirt, like I always thought it was. Shame be the color of a new white uniform your mother ironed all night to pay for, white without a smudge or a speck a work-dirt on it.
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