Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
Emily DickinsonRead
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
Interpretation
Old age can arrive unexpectedly rather than as a slow process.
Emily Dickinson reflects on the nature of aging, suggesting that the experience of becoming old is often more abrupt than people realize. This quote challenges the common perception that aging is a gradual transition, emphasizing the suddenness with which time can alter our lives and experiences.
In practice
During a speech at a retirement party, sharing this quote reflects on how life can change quickly.
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,β The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own.
I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, "That must have been the sun!
My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word
This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go---
Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.
Nurturing and cherishing creation is a command God gives not only at the beginning of history, but to each of us. It is part of his plan; it means causing the world to grow responsibly, transforming it so that it may be a garden, a habitable place for everyone.
I am certain no one sets out to be cruel, but our treatment of the elderly ill seems to have no philosophy to it. As a society, we should establish whether we have a policy of life at any cost.
Penetrating so many secrets, we cease to believe in the unknowable. But there it sits nevertheless, calmly licking its chops
Eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period.
We adore chaos because we love to produce order.
There is no coincidence. Only the illusion of coincidence.
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