Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
Emily DickinsonRead
The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
Interpretation
Imagination ignites the spark that makes possibilities come to life.
This quote by Emily Dickinson suggests that while possibilities may seem remote or challenging to grasp, it is the power of imagination that ignites the process of bringing those possibilities into reality. Imagination acts as a catalyst that fuels creativity and innovation, illuminating a path forward toward what can be accomplished.
In practice
In a motivational speech about goal setting, one might say, 'As Emily Dickinson noted, the possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination, reminding us to dream big.'
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.
If we are not free, no one will respect us.
Even if a snake is not poisonous, it should pretend to be venomous.
Proverbs are short sentences drawn from long experience.
I don't have any regrets. If I could have talked to my 19- or 20-year-old self, I would have said, 'You're going to be fine. It ain't that serious!'
I started inventing things, and then I couldn't stop, like beavers, which I know about. People think they cut down trees so they can build dams, but in reality it's because their teeth never stop growing, and if they didn't constantly file them down by cutting through all of those trees, their teeth would start to grow into their own faces, which would kill them. That's how my brain was.
Nobody is a real loser-until they start blaming somebody else.
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