A dream has power to poison sleep.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyRead
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From it's own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, not falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous,beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the resilience of the human spirit through suffering, hope, love, and the pursuit of goodness.
Shelley's quote captures the essence of enduring life's challenges with hope and love. It suggests that true greatness lies in the ability to forgive, to stand against overwhelming power, and to cultivate joy and beauty despite adversity. The ideal of being 'Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free' exemplifies a life well-lived, where personal struggle is transformed into a source of strength and triumph.
In practice
In a motivational speech about resilience and overcoming obstacles.
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.
Everybody ages. Everybody dies. There is no turning back the clock. So the question in life becomes: What are you going to do while you're here
It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It's called living.
Joy and life exist nowhere but the present.
I was encouraged to use my voice and explore my passions outside of the sport. And when I did that, I was finally able to realize my true self-worth. I was more than that of a gymnast.
Live for yourself and you will live in vain; Live for others, and you will live again.
There is only one way to get ready for immortality, and that is to love this life and live it as bravely and faithfully and cheerfully as we can.
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