Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of nothing.
Anna AkhmatovaRead
It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that in times of turmoil, only those who are no longer alive find true peace.
Anna Akhmatova's quote reflects on the nature of peace and happiness, implying that during periods of great strife or emotional turmoil, the only beings who have achieved true serenity are the deceased. It evokes a sense of irony in how life can be filled with suffering, while death brings an end to that pain, allowing the dead to appear content in their eternal rest.
In practice
A reflective piece during a memorial service discussing the nature of life and death.
Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of nothing.
And you know, I agree to everything: I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy, Darkness will be light and sin lovely.
Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem too insignificant for our concern? Yet in my heart I never will deny her, Who suffered death because she chose to turn.
I myself, from the very beginning, Seemed to myself like someone's dream or delirium Or a reflection in someone else's mirror, Without flesh, without meaning, without a name. Already I knew the list of crimes That I was destined to commit.
If you were music I would listen to you ceaselessly And my low spirits would brighten up.
Not, not mine: it's somebody else's wound; I could never have borne it. So take the thing that happened, hide it, stick it in the ground; whisk the lamps away.
A belief is only a thought you continue to think. A belief is nothing more than a chronic pattern of thought, and you have the ability - if you try even a little bit - to begin a new pattern, to tell a new story, to achieve a different vibration, to change your point of attraction.
This attitude [the abstract method in mathematics] can be encapsulated in the following slogan: a mathematical object is what it does.
Your only problem, perhaps, is that you scream without letting yourself cry.
In anything that does cover the whole of your life - in your philosophy and your religion - you must have mirth. If you do not have mirth you will certainly have madness.
Gender is the poetry each of us makes out of the language we are taught.
For every force charged by God, may He be exalted, with some business is an angel put in charge.
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