Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.
Walter ScottRead
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
Interpretation
Deception leads to complexity and complications in life.
This quote by Walter Scott highlights the idea that when people begin to deceive, they create intricate problems for themselves. The metaphor of a 'tangled web' suggests that lies and dishonesty can trap individuals, making situations far more complex than they need to be, ultimately leading to negative consequences.
In practice
This quote is perfect to use during a discussion about the importance of honesty in relationships.
Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.
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There is a vulgar incredulity, which in historical matters, as well as in those of religion, finds it easier to doubt than to examine.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
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On his bold visage middle age Had slightly press'd its signet sage, Yet had not quench'd the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth: Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare.
Neglect of duty does not cease, by repetition, to be neglect of duty.
Light the incense! You have to burn to be fragrant.
None deserve praise for being good who have not the spirit to be bad: goodness, for the most part, is nothing but indolence or weakness of will.
When her muzzle grew more white than brown, the chipmunk forgot that she and the squirrel had had nothing to talk about. She forgot the definition of "jazz" as well and came to think of it as every beautiful thing she had ever failed to appreciate: the taste of warm rain; the smell of a baby; the din of a swollen river, rushing past her tree and onward to infinity.
Convince yourself that you are working in clay, not marble, on paper not eternal bronze: Let that first sentence be as stupid as it wishes.
Knowledge is happiness, because to have knowledge - broad, deep knowledge - is to know true ends from false, and lofty things from low.
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