Life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations.
Oliver GoldsmithRead
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.
Interpretation
The quote expresses feelings of solitude and reflection in an unhurried, melancholic setting.
In this quote by Oliver Goldsmith, the imagery invokes a sense of isolation and deep contemplation in a tranquil yet somber environment. The reference to rivers, such as the Scheld and the Po, emphasizes a slow passage of time, depicting a landscape that is both physically remote and emotionally distant, inviting the reader to reflect on the nature of solitude and its impact on the human experience.
In practice
During a poetry reading on the theme of loneliness and isolation.
Life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations.
A mind too vigorous and active, serves only to consume the body to which it is joined.
Success consists of getting up just one more time than you fall.
Whatever the skill of any country may be in the sciences, it is from its excellence in polite learning alone that it must expect a character from posterity.
Life at the greatest and best is but a froward child, that must be humored and coaxed a little till it falls asleep, and then all the care is over.
Hope, like the gleaming taper's light,_x000D_ _x000D_ Adorns and cheers our way;_x000D_ _x000D_ And still, as darker grows the night,_x000D_ _x000D_ Emits a brighter ray.
If space is infinite, we may be at any point in space. If time is infinite, we may be at any point in time.
Inside the peach, there is a stone.
It is this third consequence that has been elaborated in greatest detail and has formed one of the most significant pillars of historical capitalism, institutional racism.
It does not matter what men say in words, so long as their activities are controlled by settled instincts. The words may ultimately destroy the instincts; but until this has occurred, words do not count.
If gratitude, when exerted towards another, naturally produces a very pleasing sensation in the mind of a grateful man, it exalts the soul into rapture when it is employed on this great object of gratitude to the beneficent Being who has given us everything we already possess, and from whom we expect everything we yet hope for.
When did I realize I was God? Well, I was praying and I suddenly realized I was talking to myself.
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