Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
W. H. AudenRead
But once in a while the odd thing happens _x000D_ Once in a while the dream comes true _x000D_ And the whole pattern of life is altered _x000D_ Once in a while, the moon turns blue
Interpretation
Life can change unexpectedly, and sometimes dreams materialize, altering our existence.
In this quote, Auden reflects on the rarity and unpredictability of significant events in life, comparing them to extraordinary occurrences like a blue moon. He suggests that such moments, when dreams come true, have the power to transform our lives and perspectives, emphasizing the importance of hope and possibility.
In practice
This quote can be invoked during a motivational speech to inspire others to pursue their dreams.
Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
That the speech of self-disclosure should be translatable seems to me very odd, but I am convinced that it is. The conclusion that I draw is that the only quality which all human being without exception possess is uniqueness: any characteristic, on the other hand, which one individual can be recognized as having in common with another, like red hair or the English language, implies the existence of other individual qualities which this classification excludes.
Nobody knows what the cause is, though some pretend they do; it like some hidden assassin waiting to strike at you. Childless women get it, and men when they retire; it as if there had to be some outlet for their foiled creative fire.
History is, strictly speaking, the study of questions; the study of answers belongs to anthropology and sociology.
Music is the best means we have of digesting time.
'Healing,' Papa would tell me, 'is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature.'
Peace is the inner nature of humankind. If you find it within yourself, you will then find it everywhere.
I came across few whites as a boy at Qunu. The local magistrate, of course, was white, as was the nearest shopkeeper. Occasionally, white travelers or policemen passed through our area. These whites appeared as grand as gods to me, and I was aware that they were to be treated with a mixture of fear and respect.
The Middle Ages burned its heretics and the modern age threatens them with atom bombs.
Memory is the scribe of the soul.
Error indeed has often prevailed by the assistance of power or force. Truth is the proper and sufficient antagonist to error.
Every man who has lived for fifty years has buried a whole world or even two; he has grown used to its disappearance and accustomed to the new scenery of another act: but suddenly the names and faces of a time long dead appear more and more often on his way, calling up series of shades and pictures kept somewhere, "just in case," in the endless catacombs of the memory, making him smile or sigh, and sometimes almost weep.
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