A dream has power to poison sleep.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyRead
It is easier to suppose that the universe has existed for all eternity than to conceive a being beyond its limits capable of creating it.
Interpretation
The quote suggests it is simpler to believe in an eternal universe than to imagine a creator outside its existence.
Percy Bysshe Shelley highlights a philosophical dilemma regarding the origins of the universe. He implies that the notion of the universe having no beginning, existing for eternity, is easier to accept than the complexity of a creator being that exists outside the universe's parameters. This invites contemplation on the nature of existence and the limits of human understanding in grasping the concept of creation.
In practice
In a philosophical debate about the existence of God.
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.
'Tis better to suffer wrong than do it.
The Contessa was surely way ahead of her time, too, in believing that men were not only usless and idiotic, but downright dangerous. That idea wouldn't catch on big in her native country until the last three years of the Vietnam War.
Nobody can legitimately claim to be a marine ecologist and conservationist while continuing to eat fish. It is the ultimate form of hypocrisy.
My desire to live is as intense as ever, and though my heart is broken, hearts are made to be broken: that is why God sends sorrow into the world.
Iβm not sentimental about anything. Life flows by, and you flow with it or you donβt. Move on and move out.
Life - the way it really is - is a battle not between Bad and Good but between Bad and Worse.
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