Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
Robert Louis StevensonRead
This grove, that was now so peaceful, must then have rung with cries, I thought; and even with the thought I could believe I heard it ringing still.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the contrast between past turmoil and present peace in a natural setting.
In this quote, Robert Louis Stevenson reflects on how a serene grove, which appears tranquil in the present, was once filled with noise and cries. This juxtaposition highlights the passage of time and the tranquility that often follows chaos, allowing one to appreciate the peacefulness of the present while being mindful of its tumultuous past.
In practice
In a speech about personal growth, one might refer to this quote to illustrate how we can find peace after hardship.
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.
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Of all wonders, this is among the greatest, that some fresh waters close by the sea spring forth as out of pipes: for the nature of the waters also ceaseth not from miraculous properties.
I thought of the wilderness we had left behind us, open to sea and sky, joyous in its plenitude and simplicity, perfect yet vulnerable, unaware of what is coming, defended by nothing, guarded by no one.
I think people had somehow gotten the sense that we have explored everything, when that isn't the case. We so know so little about the ocean, and so much of it is being destroyed.
Tree sitting is a last resort. When you see someone sitting in a tree trying to protect it, you know that every level of our society has failed.
What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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