The despondency that follows makes me feel somewhat like a shipwrecked man who spies a sail, sees himself saved, and suddenly remembers that the lens of his spyglass has a flaw, a blurred spot -- the sail he has seen.
Jean GenetRead
Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.
Interpretation
Having dreams in youth is essential, even if they are not realized; it's better to dream than to never try.
This quote by Jean Genet emphasizes the importance of dreaming and having aspirations during one's youth. It suggests that the experience of dreaming is valuable in itself, and not pursuing those dreams is less regrettable than growing up without any dreams or ambitions at all. The act of dreaming symbolizes hope and potential, highlighting how vital it is to foster dreams even if they remain unfulfilled.
In practice
In a graduation speech to inspire young students.
The despondency that follows makes me feel somewhat like a shipwrecked man who spies a sail, sees himself saved, and suddenly remembers that the lens of his spyglass has a flaw, a blurred spot -- the sail he has seen.
Erotic play discloses a nameless world which is revealed by the nocturnal language of lovers. Such language is not written down. It is whispered into the ear at night in a hoarse voice. At dawn it is forgotten.
I'm homosexual. How and why are idle questions. It's a little like wanting to know why my eyes are green.
I wanted to swallow myself by opening my mouth very wide and turning it over my head so that it would take in my whole body, and then the Universe, until all that would remain of me would be a ball of eaten thing which little by little would be annihilated: that is how I see the end of the world.
I decided to be what crime made of me.
It's a true image, born of a false spectacle.
Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.
i will live by the gun and die by the gun
When I returned home that day, I saw my life as if I already knew the happy ending of a story. I looked around the house and thought, soon I will no longer have to see these walls and all the unhappiness they keep inside.
She lost much of her appetite. At night, an invisible hand kept shaking her awake every few hours. Grief was physiological, a disturbance of the blood. Sometimes a whole minute would pass in nameless dread - the bedside clock ticking, the blue moonlight coating the window like glue - before she`d remember the brutal fact that had caused it.
I'm not a bit changed - not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real me - back here - is just the same.
In really bad times, the hungriest would gather at his door at nightfall, vying for the chance to earn a few coins to feed their families by selling their bodies. Had I been older when my father died, I might have been among them. Instead I learned to hunt.
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