A dream has power to poison sleep.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyRead
Cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects the idea that unfulfilled desires and hopes can fester internally, much like decay, within our lives.
Percy Bysshe Shelley's quote suggests that our human experiences are often marred by unfulfilled dreams and aspirations, which can manifest as negativity or despair. The metaphor of 'cold hopes' implies that these hopes are not only unachieved but also lifeless, and 'swarm like worms' evokes an image of something creeping and unwanted, taking residence within our existence, ultimately impacting our lives in a detrimental way.
Themes
HopeDesirePhilosophyLifeNegativityDreams
In practice
Example use cases
In a discussion about the challenges of unfulfilled goals, I might say, 'As Shelley suggests, cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.'
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