Death laid its eggs in the wound
Interpretation
This quote suggests that pain and suffering can lead to the growth of new troubles or burdens, much like how eggs hatch from a wound.
Federico Garcia Lorca's quote, 'Death laid its eggs in the wound,' conveys the idea that from our deepest pains or traumas, new problems can emerge, symbolically represented by the eggs of death. It reflects the cycle of suffering, where wounds do not merely heal but can give rise to further distress, reminding us of the ongoing nature of grief and the complexity of our emotional experiences.
In practice
In a eulogy, to express that loss can foster new challenges and learning.
The wounds were burning like suns at five in the afternoon, and the crowd broke the windows At five in the afternoon. Ah, that fatal five in the afternoon! It was five by all the clocks! It was five in the shade of the afternoon!
There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight, drench, or conceal the vast towers, but those towers, hostile to mystery and blind to any sort of play, shear off the rain's tresses and shine their three thousand swords through the soft swan of the fog.
The poem, the song, the picture, is only water drawn from the well of the people, and it should be given back to them in a cup of beauty so that they may drink - and in drinking understand themselves.
The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.
New York is something awful, something monstrous. I like to walk the streets, lost, but I recognize that New York is the world's greatest lie. New York is Senegal with machines.
Woodcutter. Cut my shadow from me. Free me from the torment of being without fruit. Why was I born among mirrors? Day goes round and round me. The night copies me in all its stars. I want to live without my reflection. And then let me dream that ants and thistledown are my leaves and my parrots.
The envious person grows lean with the fatness of their neighbor.
If through a broken heart God can bring His purposes to pass in the world, then thank Him for breaking your heart.
Giving to others selflesly and anonymously, radiating light throughout the world and illuminating your own darkness, your virtue becomes a sanctuary for yourself and all beings.
A strong human spirit with control over appetites of the flesh is master over emotions and passions and not a slave to them. That kind of freedom is as vital to the spirit as oxygen is to the body! Freedom from self-slavery is true liberation!
Strange, is it not, my brothers, how often in America those great watchwords of human energy - 'Be strong!' 'Know thyself!' 'Hitch your wagon to a star!' - how often these die away into dim whispers when we face these seething millions of black men? And yet do they not belong to them? Are they not their heritage as well as yours?
Your world is a living expression of how you are using and have used your mind.
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