Books are not life, only its ashes.
Marguerite YourcenarRead
The landscape of my days appears to be composed, like mountainous regions, of varied materials heaped up pell-mell. There I see my nature, itself composite, made up of equal parts of instinct and training. Here and there protrude the granite peaks of the inevitable, but all about is rubble from the landslips of chance.
Interpretation
Life is a complex mixture of our instincts, training, and the unpredictable nature of chance.
In this quote, Marguerite Yourcenar reflects on the multifaceted nature of human existence, comparing it to a landscape that consists of diverse elements shaped by both inherent instincts and the influence of training. The notion of granite peaks symbolizes the unchangeable aspects of life, while the surrounding rubble represents the randomness and uncertainties that we encounter, suggesting that our lives are an intricate blend of predetermined characteristics and unpredictable events.
In practice
In a motivational talk about embracing life's unpredictability.
Books are not life, only its ashes.
Meditation upon death does not teach one how to die; it does not make the departure more easy, but ease is not what I seek. Beloved boy, so willful and brooding, your sacrifice will have enriched not my life but my death. ... Centuries as yet unborn within the dark womb of time would pass by thousands over that tomb without restoring life to him, but likewise without adding to his death, and without changing the fact that he had been.
Our true birthplace is that in which we cast for the first time an intelligent eye on ourselves. My first homelands were my books.
When two texts, or two assertions, perhaps two ideas, are in contradiction, be ready to reconcile them rather than cancel one by the other; regard them as two different facets, or two successive stages, of the same reality, a reality convincingly human just because it is too complex.
Passion such as hers is all consent, asking little in return. I had merely to enter a room where she was to see her face take on that peaceful expression of one who is resting in bed. If I touched her, I had the impression that all the blood in her veins was turning to honey.
The founding of libraries was like constructing more public granaries, amassing reserves against a spiritual winter which by certain signs, in spite of myself, I see ahead.
Thus there are two books from whence I collect my Divinity; besides that written one of God, another of his servant Nature, that universal and public Manuscript, that lies expans'd unto the eyes of all; those that never saw him in the one, have discovered him in the other.
It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them!
The very ink with which history is written is merely fluid prejudice.
Whether our forebears were strangers who crossed the Atlantic or the Pacific or the Rio Grande, we are here only because this country welcomed them in and taught them that to be an American is about something more than what we look like, or what our last names are, or how we worship.
O God, thy sea is so great and my boat is so small.
We need not be theologians to see that we have shifted responsibility for making the world interesting from God to the newspaperman.
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