Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
Thomas GrayRead
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on a peaceful and quiet life away from the chaos and struggles of society.
In this quote, Thomas Gray suggests that there exist individuals who choose to live a serene and undisturbed life, avoiding the chaos and trivial conflicts that often characterize humanity's struggles. These people, with sober wishes, find fulfillment in a tranquil existence, following their own steady paths in life, untouched by the noise of societal ambitions and conflicts.
In practice
At a gathering discussing the importance of mindfulness, this quote can serve to emphasize the merits of living a calm and collected life.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust, or flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death?
Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! Ah, fields beloved in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow.
Any fool may write a most valuable book by chance, if he will only tell us what he heard and saw with veracity.
Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,/ The bee's collected treasure sweet,/ Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet/ The still small voice of gratitude.
On the road halfway between faith and criticism stands the inn of reason. Reason is faith in what can be understood without faith, but it's still a faith, since to understand presupposes that there's something understandable.
The car has become an article of dress without which we feel uncertain, unclad, and incomplete in the urban compound.
God has communicated to man, the infinite to the finite. The One who made man capable of language in the first place has communicated to man in language about both spiritual reality and physical reality, about the nature of God and the nature of man.
The only routine with me is no routine at all.
A good society is characterised not just by liberty but by mutual respect and responsibility. When this breaks down it takes a lot more than police officers to put things right.
What's lost is nothing to what's found, and all the death that ever was, set next to life, would scarcely fill a cup.
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