There's life for you. Spend the best years of your life studying penmanship and rhetoric and syntax and Beowulf and George Eliot, and then somebody steals your pencil.
Dorothy ParkerRead
Sorrow is tranquility remembered in emotion.
Interpretation
Sorrow serves as a reminder of peaceful moments, evoking strong feelings in contrast to tranquility.
This quote by Dorothy Parker suggests that sorrow is not simply a negative experience but rather a reflection of tranquility that we have experienced in the past. When we feel sorrow, it highlights the peaceful moments that are now memories, intensifying our emotional response to loss and reminding us of the joy that once was.
In practice
During a speech at a memorial service, one could use this quote to emphasize the importance of cherishing peaceful memories of the departed.
There's life for you. Spend the best years of your life studying penmanship and rhetoric and syntax and Beowulf and George Eliot, and then somebody steals your pencil.
My land is bare of chattering folk; / the clouds are low along the ridges, / and sweet's the air with curly smoke / from all my burning bridges.
Prince or commoner, tenor or bass, Painter or plumber or never-do-well, Do me a favor and shut your face - Poets alone should kiss and tell.
They say of me, and so they should, It's doubtful if I come to good. I see acquaintances and friends Accumulating dividends And making enviable names In science, art and parlor games. But I, despite expert advice, Keep doing things I think are nice, And though to good I never come Inseparable my nose and thumb.
It is that word 'hunny,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
I canβt write five words but that I change seven.
Pride breakfasted with plenty, dined with poverty, and supped with infamy.
It seems that we have been born only to consume and to consume, and when we can no longer consume, we have a feeling of frustration, and we suffer from poverty, and we are auto-marginalized.
Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
The past has no power over the present moment.
There is in stillness oft a magic power To calm the breast when struggling passions lower, Touched by its influence, in the soul arise Diviner feelings, kindred with the skies.
Experience has taught me that the shallowest of communist platitudes contains more of a hierarchy of meaning than contemporary bourgeois profundity.
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