A dream has power to poison sleep.
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.
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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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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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