But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
Lord ByronRead
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
Interpretation
Words have a profound impact, capable of inspiring and influencing many.
This quote by Lord Byron underscores the significant power of words, likening them to a small drop of ink that can spark a great deal of thought and reflection. It suggests that even the simplest expression can lead to widespread contemplation and discussion, illustrating how ideas can grow from modest beginnings to affect countless individuals.
In practice
During a speech about creativity, one might quote Byron to emphasize the importance of writing.
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.
For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
Absence - that common cure of love.
Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
She who succeeds in gaining the mastery of the bicycle will gain the mastery of life.
All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.
The big question about how people behave is whether they've got an Inner Scorecard or an Outer Scorecard. It helps if you can be satisfied with an Inner Scorecard.
At times the whole world seems to be in conspiracy to importune you with emphatic trifles. Friend, client, child, sickness, fear, want, charity, all knock at once at thy closet door and say,β'Come out unto us.' But keep thy state; come not into their confusion. The power men possess to annoy me I give them by a weak curiosity. No man can come near me but through my act.
When we take the one seat on our meditation cushion we become our own monastery. We create the compassionate space that allows for the arising of all things: sorrows, loneliness, shame, desire, regret, frustration, happiness.
There is no more miserable human being than one in whom nothing is habitual but indecision.
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