A dream has power to poison sleep.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyRead
Know what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of today. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of Baptism; it is to believe in belief; it is to be so little that elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child had its fairy godmother in its soul.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the innocence and imaginative spirit of childhood compared to adulthood.
Percy Bysshe Shelley eloquently captures the essence of childhood, emphasizing its purity, imagination, and deep connection to belief and wonder. He contrasts the innocent, transformational qualities of a child's spirit with the often pragmatic and constrained perspective of adulthood, suggesting that every child holds a magical potential within them—a 'fairy godmother' that can turn the impossible into reality, fostering creativity and hope.
Themes
ChildhoodImaginationInnocenceBeliefTransformationWonder
In practice
Example use cases
In a speech about the importance of creativity in education, this quote can highlight the value of encouraging imaginative thinking in children.
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