A Poem from Edna St. Vincent Millay: Grown-up Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight?
Edna St. Vincent MillayRead
I drank at every vine, the last was like the first. I came upon no wine so wonderful as thirst.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the idea that true appreciation comes from the longing or desire for something, rather than the object itself.
In this quote, Edna St. Vincent Millay emphasizes the paradox of desire and fulfillment. She suggests that the experience of thirst, or yearning for something, can be more enriching than the actual satisfaction that comes from indulging in it. The comparison between every vine drunk and the overwhelming nature of thirst illustrates that longing itself can bring a deeper joy than the attainment of what is desired.
In practice
This quote can be used in a motivational speech about the importance of desire in achieving goals.
A Poem from Edna St. Vincent Millay: Grown-up Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight?
Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.
I went to Boston fully expecting to be arrested - arrested by a polizia created by a government that my ancestors rebelled to establish.
Listen, children: Your father is dead. From his old coats I'll make you little jackets; I'll make you little trousers From his old pants. There'll be in his pockets Things he used to put there, Keys and pennies Covered with tobacco; Dan shall have the pennies To save in his bank; Anne shall have the keys To make a pretty noise with. Life must go on, Though good men die; Anne, eat your breakfast; Dan, take your medicine; Life must go on; I forget just why.
I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every slanting silver line, To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze From drenched and dripping apple-trees. For soon the shower will be done, And then the broad face of the sun Will laugh above the rain-soaked earth Until the world with answering mirth Shakes joyously, and each round drop Rolls twinkling, from its grass-blade top.
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine.
It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.
The devil ain't got no power over me. The devil come, and me shake hands with the devil. Devil have his part to play. Devil's a good friend, too... because when you don't know him, that's the time he can mosh you down.
If we don't choose to intentionally and consciously slow down and stop being in a rush, your body and mind will force you to do it anyway.
The readiest and surest way to get rid of censure, is to correct ourselves.
Distance... is like futurity. A dim vastness is spread before our souls; the perceptions of our mind are as obscure as those of our vision... But alas! when we have attained our object, when the distant 'there' becomes the present 'here,' all is changed; we are as poor and circumscribed as ever, and our souls still languish for unattainable happiness.
There are places in the heart that do not yet exist; suffering has to enter in for them to come to be.
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