There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
A. E. HousmanRead
And how am I to face the odds Of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
Interpretation
The quote expresses the struggle of an individual against the overwhelming challenges of life and the universe.
In this contemplative quote, A. E. Housman articulates the sentiment of feeling like an outsider in a complex world filled with difficulties and divine mysteries. It portrays the human experience of grappling with existence, highlighting feelings of fear and isolation as one confronts the inherent odds of life shaped by both human actions and higher powers, ultimately questioning the place of the individual within such a vast and unfathomable reality.
In practice
In a speech about resilience in the face of adversity.
There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
I am not a pessimist but a pejorist (as George Eliot said she was not an optimist but a meliorist); and that philosophy is founded on my observation of the world, not on anything so trivial and irrelevant as personal history.
Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
And malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.
Oh, 'tis jesting, dancing, drinking_x000D_ _x000D_ Spins the heavy world around.
Humans aren't as good as we should be in our capacity to empathize with feelings and thoughts of others, be they humans or other animals on Earth.
I am a Christian and a Democrat, that's all.
Man is a centaur, a tangle of flesh and mind, divine inspiration and dust.
In our universe there is God and there are people and things. We were made so that we should worship God, love people and use things. However if we worship ourselves, we will ignore God, start loving things and begin to use people.
But because we accept the sanctity of life, the responsibility that comes with freedom and the supreme sacrifice of Christ expressed so well in the hymn: 'When I survey the wondrous cross on which the Prince of Glory died. My richest gain I count but loss and pour contempt on all my pride.'
Do not conceive that fine Clothes make fine Men, any more than fine feathers make fine Birds. A plain genteel dress is more admired and obtains more credit than lace and embroidery in the Eyes of the judicious and sensible.
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.