The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise.
Miguel De CervantesRead
And thus being totally preoccupied, he rode so slowly that the sun was soon glowing with such intense heat that it would have melted his brains, if he'd had any.
Interpretation
The quote humorously illustrates how distraction can lead to unexpected consequences.
In this humorous observation by Cervantes, the character's preoccupation with his thoughts causes him to ride at a painfully slow pace, enabling the sun's heat to affect him in a whimsically exaggerated manner. This quote serves to highlight the folly of being so absorbed in one's own thoughts that one becomes oblivious to the world, leading to potentially ridiculous situations.
In practice
This quote could be used in a comedic speech to highlight the importance of being present.
The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise.
Patience and shuffle the cards.
It's up to brave hearts, sir, to be patient when things are going badly, as well as being happy when they're going well ... For I've heard that what they call fortune is a flighty woman who drinks too much, and, what's more, she's blind, so she can't see what she's doing, and she doesn't know who she's knocking over or who she's raising up.
When the head aches, all the members partake of the pain.
Though Gods attributes are equal, yet his mercy is more attractive and pleasing in our eyes than his justice.
If you are ambitious of climbing up to the difficult, and in a manner inaccessible, summit of the Temple of Fame, your surest way is to leave on one hand the narrow path of Poetry, and follow the narrower track of Knight-Errantry, which in a trice may raise you to an imperial throne.
I'm like a backward berry, Unripened on the vine, For all my friends are fifty, And I'm only forty-nine.
Somewhere around the place I've got an unfinished short story about Schrodinger's Dog; it was mostly moaning about all the attention the cat was getting.
While not exactly disgruntled, he was far from feeling gruntled. He spoke with a certain what-is-it in his voice, and I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.
God bless the homicidal maniacs. They make life worthwhile.
Surveys show that the #1 fear of Americans is public speaking. #2 is death. That means that at a funeral, the average American would rather be in the casket than doing the eulogy.
I love my cigar too, but I take it out of my mouth once in a while.
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