Oh ,captain ,my captain!
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may/Old time is still a-flying/And this same flowers that smiles today/Tomorrow will be dying
因為信不信由你，這個房間里的每個人，總有一天都要停止呼吸，僵冷，死亡。我要你們向前到這兒來，細細玩味過去的面孔，你們經過這兒無數次，但從未真正看過他們，和你的差異并不大，對吧？同樣的發型，和你們一樣精力旺盛，和你們一樣不可一世，世界都在他們的掌握之中，他們認為注定要成就大事，和大多數的你們一樣，他們的雙眼充滿了希望，和你們一樣。他們是否虛度時光，到最后一無所成？因為各位所見到的……這些男孩現在都已化為塵土了，如果你們仔細傾聽，便能聽見他們在低聲耳語，附耳過去，仔細聽，聽見了？CARPE..。聽見了嗎？CARPE... CARPE DIEM 及時行樂，孩子們，讓你的生命超越凡俗。
Becuase believe or not, each one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold and die. I'd like you to step forward of you and peruse some of the faces from the past. They're not that different from you , are they? Same haircuts.
Full of hormones. Just like you. Invincible just like you fell. The world is their oyster. They belive they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives evenone iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentelman, these boys are now fertilising daffodils.
But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it ? Carpe...hear it?...Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day, boys, make your lives extrordinary。
To fully understand poetry, we must first be fluent with its meter, rhyme and figures of speech, then ask two questions: 1) How artfully has the objective of the poem been rendered and 2) How important is that objective?
We're not laying pipe。
Only in their dreams can men be truly free。
Learn to think for yourselves again. No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world。
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering -- these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love -- these are what we stay alive for。
The Dead Poets was dedicated to "sucking the marrow out of life"。
We weren't a Greek organization. We were Romantics. We didn't just read poetry, we let it drip from our tongues like honey. Spirits soared, women swooned and gods were created。
I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.To put to rout all that was not life, and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived。
(Alfred Lord Tennyson)Come my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset. And though we are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;-- One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield。
Then I had religion, then I had a vision. I could not turn from their revel in derision. Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black, cutting through the forest with a golden track。
language was developed for one endeavor, and that is?
To communicate...No,to woo women。
we must constantly look at things in a different way。
Just when you think you know something, you have to look at it in another way. Even though it may seem silly or wrong, you must try! Now, when you read, don't just consider what the author thinks. Consider what you think。
Boys, you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all。
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation。(Thoreau)Don't be resigned to that. Break out! Don't just walk off the edge like lemmings。
For me, sport is actually a chance for us to have other human beings push us to excel。
Oh to struggle against great odds. To meet enemies undaunted。
To be a sailor of the world, bound for all ports。
Oh, I live to be the ruler of life, not a slave。
To mount the scaffolds. To advance to the muzzle of guns with perfect nonchalance。
To dance, clap hands, exalt, shout, skip, roll on, float on。
Oh, to have life henceforth the poem of new joys。
To indeed be a god!
I see a sweetness in her smile. Blight light shines from her eyes. But life is complete; contentment is mine, Just knowing that... just knowing that she's alive。
Sometimes the most beautiful poetry can be about simple things. Just don't let your poems be ordinary。
I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world。
a sweaty-toothed madman。
I close my eyes. this image floats beside me。
A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain。
His hands reach out and choke me。
all the time he's mumbling.Truth。
Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。
the difficulty in maintaining your own beliefs in the face of others。
we all have a great need for acceptance. But you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular, even though the herd may go。
I want you to find your own walk right now. Your own way of striding, pacing. Any direction. Anything you want. Whether it's proud, whether it's silly, anything. Gentlemen, the courtyard is yours。
You don't have to perform. Just make it for yourself。
Swim against the stream。