The passing of time and all of its crimes is making me sad again. The passing of time and all of its sickening crimes is making me sad again. But don't forget the songs that made you cry and the songs that saved your life.. Yes, you're older now and you're a clever swine. But they were the only ones who ever stood by you
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the bittersweet nature of time and the impact of music on our emotions and memories.
In this quote, Morrissey explores the complexities of life as time progresses, highlighting both the sadness it brings and the power of music to evoke profound feelings and support. He suggests that while aging may come with its regrets and challenges, the songs that resonate with us hold a special significance, serving as companions in our journeys and reminders of our emotional experiences.
In practice
During a speech about overcoming challenges, one might quote this to emphasize the importance of music during tough times.
In April, we cannot see sunflowers in France, so we might say the sunflowers do not exist. But the local farmers have already planted thousands of seeds, and when they look at the bare hills, they may be able to see the sunflowers already. The sunflowers are there. They lack only the conditions of sun, heat, rain and July. Just because we cannot see them does not mean that they do not exist.
Anguish of mind has driven thousands to suicide; anguish of body, none. This proves that the health of the mind is of far more consequence to our happiness than the health of the body, although both are deserving of much more attention than either of them receive.
The Christian faith is the most exciting drama that ever staggered the imagination of man - and the dogma is the drama.
["All the paths of the Lord are mercy and truth unto such as keep his covenant."] The original Hebrew word that has been translated "paths" means "well-worn roads' or "wheel tracks," such ruts as wagons make when they go down our green roads in wet weather and sink in up to the axles. God's ways are at times like heavy wagon tracks that cut deep into our souls, yet all of them are merciful.
Melt all the guns, I thought, break the knives, burn the guillotines-and the malicious will still write letters that kill.
Life rises out of death, death rises out of life; in being opposite they yearn to each other, they give birth to each other and are forever reborn. And with them, all is reborn, the flower of the apple tree, the light of the stars. In life is death. In death is rebirth. What then is life without death? Life unchanging, everlasting, eternal?-What is it but death-death without rebirth?
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