A mime is a terrible thing to waste.
Marcel MarceauRead
Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us without words?
Interpretation
Some of the most profound experiences in life are beyond verbal expression.
This quote by Marcel Marceau highlights the idea that certain powerful moments in our lives evoke such deep emotions that they leave us speechless. Often, it is during these moments that we feel the weight of our experiences most significantly, reminding us that words can be inadequate in conveying our true feelings and the richness of human experience.
In practice
In a speech about the importance of cherishing life experiences, this quote can illustrate how some feelings are too deep for words.
A mime is a terrible thing to waste.
In a clown, we see what we do that makes us laugh and cry. I kept the white face, the tradition of the Pierrot. My clown became a romantic and stylized figure. I wanted to be an abstract and concrete figure, a symbol of humanity.
Mime makes the invisible, visible and the visible, invisible.
I am a company in myself. My repertoire has become a bible for all mimes in the world.
When you're in a play, 50 percent is the genius of the actor, 50 percent is the genius of the author. When a mime is not perfect, you see nothing.
Music and silence combine strongly because music is done with silence, and silence is full of music.
If you take a deep breath and look around, 'Look what's happening to me!' can become 'Look what's happening!' And what's happening? The incredible drama of life is happening. And we're in it!
You should run your life not by the calendar but how you feel, and what you're interests are and ambitions.
I remember a specific moment, watching my grandmother hang the clothes on the line, and her saying to me, 'you are going to have to learn to do this,' and me being in that space of awareness and knowing that my life would not be the same as my grandmother's life.
When it was over, she gathered him in her arms. And told him the terrible irony of her life. That she had wanted to be dead all those years while her brother had been alive. That had been her sin. And this was her penance. Wanting to live when everyone else seemed dead.
There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
Dear God," she prayed, "let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry...have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere - be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.
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