Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
Emily DickinsonRead
The only secret people keep is immortality.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that the concept of immortality is the only truth that people hide or avoid discussing openly.
Emily Dickinson's quote highlights the universal human preoccupation with mortality and the secretiveness surrounding the idea of immortality. It implies that while people may openly discuss many topics, the reality of death and the desire for eternal life are often left unspoken, hinting at a deep existential fear and a longing for permanence that is rarely acknowledged in public discourse.
In practice
In a lecture about the human relationship with death, one may quote Dickinson to illustrate the societal reluctance to address mortality.
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.
Life is an aspiration. Its mission is to strive after perfection, which is self-realization. The ideal must not be lowered because of our weaknesses or imperfections.
Politeness is to human nature what warmth is to wax.
The moral truth here is obvious: anyone who feels that the interests of a blastocyst just might supersede the interests of a child with a spinal cord injury has had his moral sense blinded by religious metaphysics.
Why do people always expect authors to answer questions? I am an author because I want to ask questions. If I had answers, I'd be a politician.
You!" he cried. "You never hated because you never lived. I know what you are all of you, from first to last--you are the people in power! You are the police--the great, fat smiling men in blue and buttons! You are the Law, and you have never been broken. But is there a free soul alive that does not long to break you, only because you have never been broken?
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.
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