A dream has power to poison sleep.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyRead
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Interpretation
Change is a natural part of life, and after difficult times, better times will follow.
This quote by Percy Bysshe Shelley suggests that just as winter inevitably transitions into spring, periods of hardship will ultimately give way to renewal and growth. It emphasizes the cyclical nature of life, where challenges precede better times, instilling hope that brighter days are always on the horizon.
In practice
A motivational speaker might use this quote to inspire resilience in the face of 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.
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Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful.
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Justice is the grammar of things. Mercy is the poetry of things.
There is no country but the heart.
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