Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
Robert Louis StevensonRead
An aim in life is the only fortune worth the finding; and it is not to be found in foreign lands, but in the heart itself.
Interpretation
The true treasure in life is having purpose, which comes from within rather than from external pursuits.
This quote emphasizes that the most valuable aspect of life is having a meaningful goal or aim, which can only be discovered through introspection and self-awareness. It suggests that external achievements or possessions cannot provide true fulfillment; instead, one must look inward to find what truly matters and drives them.
In practice
A motivational speaker might use this quote to encourage young adults to find their passions.
Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
That man is a success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much.
His past was fairly blameless; few men could read the rolls of their life with less apprehension; yet he was humbled to the dust by the many ill things he had done, and raised up again into sober and fearful gratitude by the many he had come so near to doing, yet avoided.
The habit of being happy enables one to be freed, or largely freed, from the domination of outward conditions.
It is the history of our kindnesses that alone make this world tolerable. If it were not for that, for the effect of kind words, kind looks, kind letters . . . I should be inclined to think our life a practical jest in the worst possible spirit.
A home is a place in time. And no place stays the same after you finally grow up and leave it. No place can ever change as much as the person who grows up there.
Sometimes I would almost rather have people take away years of my life than take away a moment.
When we talk about having a life of significance and meaning, it's not about fame or money or resources. It's about people and lives and hearts. That's my biggest passion in life.
Death, but not for you, gunslinger. Never for you. You darkle. You tinct. May I be brutally frank? You go on.
Radar revs the engine as to say hustle, and we are running through the parking lot, Ben's robe flowing in the wind so that he looks vaguely like a dark wizard, except that his pale skinny legs are visible, and his arms hug plastic bags. I can see the back of Lacey's legs beneath her dress, her calves tight in midstride. I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.
I did not want my tombstone to read, 'She kept a really clean house.'
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