When it came night, the white waves paced to and fro in the moonlight, and the wind brought the sound of the great sea's voice to the men on shore, and they felt that they could then be interpreters.
Stephen CraneRead
A singular disadvantage of the sea lies in the fact that after successfully surmounting one wave you discover another behind it just as important and just as nervously anxious to do something effective in the way of swamping boats. In a ten-foot dinghy one can get an idea of the resources of the sea in the line of waves that is not probable to the average experience, which is never at sea in a dinghy.
Interpretation
Life is full of challenges that continually arise, and overcoming one often leads to facing another.
In this quote, Stephen Crane reflects on the relentless nature of challenges represented by waves in the sea. He suggests that navigating life, much like sailing in a dinghy, exposes one to ongoing struggles and obstacles, illustrating that overcoming one difficulty often reveals another, equally daunting challenge. This metaphor highlights the importance of resilience and adaptability in facing life's inevitable waves.
In practice
In a motivational speech about resilience, this quote can illustrate the ongoing nature of life's hurdles.
When it came night, the white waves paced to and fro in the moonlight, and the wind brought the sound of the great sea's voice to the men on shore, and they felt that they could then be interpreters.
I saw a man pursuing the horizon
Two or three angels Came near to the earth. They saw a fat church. Little black streams of people Came and went in continually. And the angels were puzzled To know why the people went thus, And why they stayed so long within.
Sometimes, the most profound of awakenings come wrapped in the quietest of moments.
Tell her this And more,— That the king of the seas Weeps too, old, helpless man. The bustling fates Heap his hands with corpses Until he stands like a child With surplus of toys.
Over the river a golden ray of sun came through the hosts of leaden rain clouds.
I look into mother's stomach, wonder if you are a boy or a girl_x000D_ _x000D_ Turnin' this woman's womb into a tomb_x000D_ _x000D_ But she and I agree, a seed we don't need_x000D_ _x000D_ You would've been much more than a mouth to feed_x000D_ _x000D_ But someone I would've fed this information I read_x000D_ _x000D_ To someone my life for you I would've had to leave_x000D_ _x000D_ Instead I led you to death.
Authors were shy, unsociable creatures, atoning for their lack of social aptitude by inventing their own companions and conversations.
Life should be lived so vividly and so intensely that thoughts of another life, or of a longer life, are not necessary.
I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps
Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.
What is poor? We had food. We dressed well. We didn't have a lot, but what we had fit, and it was always neat.
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