When the passionate youth was swayed in the picturesque boarding school, when the rebellious spirit was awakened from your sleep by the unremarkable you, when the vigorous vitality Flowing in their eyes, when the majestic opera surrounds my ears, when the passionate verse bursts out of their mouths, when they sing in the dark cave, I envy, envy their luck, the white clothes fluttering The times meet you unexpectedly; I am eager, eager to return to my youth and rewrite the pages of naive ignorance.
The classic "Dead Poets Society" in 1989 has been missed countless times. Today, 20 years later, I finally got my wish. What a long wait, almost a waste of life.
If, if ever, I met you in 1989, my Captain, listened to your every word, passed on your liberalism, and found my own voice, where would my life go? You know how sorry I am? Twenty years ago, I failed to learn the "dangers of consistency" from you; for twenty years, I wasted time, I drifted with the flow, and I didn't live my life, and I didn't live it well.
"Carpe diem!" You tell them in Latin to have fun, and the flowers will be folded.
"Sezie the day, make your lives extraordinary." You teach them in English to hurry up and make life extraordinary.
They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe 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 even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing 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 extraordinary.
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.
I stand upon my desk to remind myself that 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!
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. Don't be resigned to that. Break out!
I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately, I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, and not when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.
There's a time for daring and there's a time for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for.
Now 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 always thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself.
Woohoo! It is too late in my life to hear the Dao, and the good times are no more. What a pity it hurts!
Oh! Captain, My captain! Look, look, in the silent gaze, your teachings are already spring breeze and rain, moisturizing things silently...
go, My Captain!
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