Weather is a literary specialty, and no untrained hand can turn out a good article on it
Mark TwainRead
I have learned that there lies dormant in the souls of all men a penchant for some particular musical instrument an an unsuspected yearning to play on it, which are bound to wake up an demand attention someday. Therefore you who rail at such that disturb your slumbers with unsuccessful and demoralizing attempts to subjugate a guitar, beware! For sooner or later your own time will come.
Interpretation
Everyone has a hidden passion for music that will eventually surface, so be wary of dismissing others' efforts.
This quote by Mark Twain speaks to the innate desire within all individuals to express themselves through music or art. Regardless of one's current abilities, there lies a dormant dream that may someday inspire an attempt to awaken that passion, suggesting that we should be supportive of others in their artistic endeavors, as we too may one day seek to explore our hidden yearnings.
In practice
In a motivational speech about pursuing your passions, you could use this quote to encourage others to embrace their artistic sides.
Weather is a literary specialty, and no untrained hand can turn out a good article on it
The easy part of being an artist is figuring out the message that everyone else is ready to hear. The hard part is waiting for the proper lull to make the announcement.
You can't reason with your heart; it has its own laws, and thumps about things which the intellect scorns.
To be good is noble; but to show others how to be good is nobler and no trouble.
Name the greatest of all inventors. Accident.
In Paris they just simply opened their eyes and stared when we spoke to them in French! We never did succeed in making those idiots understand their own language.
She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.
I like my music with the rinds and the seeds and pulp left in.
Poetry and prayer are very similar.
I love acting. Oh, God, I love it. But all this fame and all this bullshit attention. I'm not supernatural. I've done nothing extremely special to deserve the position. It happens every couple of years, and it's happened to hundreds of people before me.
Boredom is not an end-product, is comparatively rather an early stage in life and art. You've got to go by or past or through boredom, as through a filter, before the clear product emerges.
Artists live with God – but give their little finger to Satan. I sleep with the angels and dream of the devil.
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