Children Quote by Gene Wolfe
““Rising, the woman who had carried the jar began to dance to the music of the rebab, fevered music that was like to the flashing of the recurved blade she flourished aloft. Ever the chimings of the red-gold finger cymbals slipped through, around, and over the exigent strains, and in a minute or three (though it had grown dark) the fluting notes of a syrinx joined them, an eerie piping, more distant far in time than space, that railed against death and the desert, and like a child forlorn sobbed of wildflowers. “Flitting””
About This Quote
Source Novel: Book of the New Sun, The Shadow of the Torturer, 1980
A woman, after lifting a jar, dances to music that blends ancient instruments, evoking both battle and melancholy, confronting death with wild beauty.
In simple terms: She dances to haunting music that mixes war and sorrow, confronting death with wild flowers.
Embrace art that transforms hardship into beauty.
Themes
Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- rituals
- ceremonies
- personal loss
- creative expression
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- How can you turn sorrow into creative expression?
- What rituals help you face mortality?
The music may be too abstract to inspire concrete action.