A dream has power to poison sleep.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyRead
Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Life is a miraculous experience, often taken for granted, and we occasionally appreciate its beauty.
In this quote, Percy Bysshe Shelley highlights the profound essence of life and existence, urging us to recognize the extraordinary nature of our being. He reflects on how the everyday familiarity can cloud our perception of life's wonders, emphasizing that while we may occasionally admire fleeting moments or changes, the true miracle lies in the very existence of life itself.
Themes
LifeWonderMiracleExistenceAppreciation
In practice
Example use cases
In a motivational speech about gratitude, one could use this quote to inspire the audience to appreciate life's wonders.
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