Legends die hard. They survive as truth rarely does.
Helen HayesRead
Mere longevity is a good thing for those who watch Life from the side lines. For those who play the game, an hour may be a year, a single day's work an achievement for eternity.
Interpretation
Life's true measure is not in its length but in the depth of experiences and achievements.
Helen Hayes emphasizes the idea that simply living a long life is not as valuable as how one engages with it. For those who actively participate in life, even a brief moment can have profound significance, turning ordinary efforts into timeless accomplishments.
In practice
In a motivational speech to inspire young adults to make the most of their time.
Legends die hard. They survive as truth rarely does.
We rely upon the poets, the philosophers, and the playwrights to articulate what most of us can only feel, in joy or sorrow. They illuminate the thoughts for which we only grope; they give us the strength and balm we cannot find in ourselves. Whenever I feel my courage wavering, I rush to them. They give me the wisdom of acceptance, the will and resiliance to push on.
Love is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.
When traveling with someone, take large does of patience and tolerance with your morning coffee.
We relish news of our heroes, forgetting that we are extraordinary to somebody too.
Perhaps we have been misguided into taking too much responsibility from our children, leaving them too little room for discovery
There were many moments in the Vine like that one--where you might think today was yesterday, and yesterday was tomorrow, and so on. Because we all believed we were tragic, and we drank. We had that helpless, destined feeling. We would die with handcuffs on. We would be put a stop to, and it wouldn't be our fault. So we imagined. And yet we were always being found innocent for ridiculous reasons.
I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
I don't want to die an old lady.
That the sum of a man's life was not where he wound up but in the details that brought him there. That we made mistakes. I closed my eyes, sick of the riddles, and to my surprise all I could see were dandelions-as if they had been painted on the fields of my imagination, a hundred thousand suns. And I remembered something else that makes us human: faith, the only weapon in our arsenal to battle doubt.
The problem was money and the indignities of life without it. Every stroller, cell phone, Yankees cap, and SUV he saw was a torment. He wasn't covetous, he wasn't envious. But without money he was hardly a man.
It is fatal to look hungry. It makes people want to kick you.
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