Is the human race really filled with passion?

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.

What does Dead Poets Society say about looking at life from different perspectives?

“I stand upon my desk to remind myself that we should constantly look at things in a different way. See, the world looks very different from up here… Just when you think you know something, you have to look at it in another way. Even if it may seem silly, or wrong, you must try.”

What is the human race filled with?

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. To quote from Whitman, “O me!

What did Walt Whitman say in the Dead Poets Society?

To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

What is wrong with Dead Poets Society by n.h.kleinbaum?

Let us know what’s wrong with this preview of Dead Poets Society by N.H. Kleinbaum. Thanks for telling us about the problem. Not the book you’re looking for? “So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose.

What do we stay alive for in the Dead Poets Society?

These are what we stay alive for!” “And medecine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love: these are what we stay alive for.” “Carpe Diem,” Keating whispered loudly.

What did Walt Whitman say about staying alive?

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?”