Whatever may be the tensions and the stresses of a particular day, there is always lurking close at hand the trailing beauty of forgotten joy or unremembered peace.
Howard ThurmanRead
The years, the months, the days, and the hours have flown by my open window. Here and there an incident, a towering moment, a naked memory, an etched countenance, a whisper in the dark, a golden glow these and much more are the woven fabric of the time I have lived.
Interpretation
Life is a tapestry woven from countless moments and memories.
In this quote, Howard Thurman reflects on the passage of time and how every moment, whether significant or subtle, contributes to the overall fabric of one's life. He emphasizes the richness of experiences, both profound and ordinary, that shape who we are and the memories that linger in our minds.
In practice
In a speech about the importance of cherishing every moment in life.
Whatever may be the tensions and the stresses of a particular day, there is always lurking close at hand the trailing beauty of forgotten joy or unremembered peace.
What I have written is but a fleeting intimation of the outside of what one man sees and may tell about the path he walks. No one shares the secret of a life; no one enters into the heart of the mystery.
Don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive and go do it. Because what the world needs is more people who have come alive
What the world need is people who have come alive.
A bigot is a person who makes an idol of his commitments.
There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathless and beautiful.
Pay heed to the tales of old wives. It may well be that they alone keep in memory what it was once needful for the wise to know.
Example, whether it be good or bad, has a powerful influence.
Tardiness often robs us opportunity, and the dispatch of our forces.
There is no discovery without risk and what you risk reveals what you value.
Knowledge enormous makes a God of me._x000D_ _x000D_ Names, deeds, gray legends, dire events, rebellions,_x000D_ _x000D_ Majesties, sovran voices, agonies,_x000D_ _x000D_ Creations and destroyings, all at once_x000D_ _x000D_ Pour into the wide hollows of my brain,_x000D_ _x000D_ And deify me, as if some blithe wine_x000D_ _x000D_ Or bright elixir peerless I had drunk,_x000D_ _x000D_ And so become immortal.
During bad circumstances, which is the human inheritance, you must decide not to be reduced. You have your humanity, and you must not allow anything to reduce that. We are obliged to know we are global citizens. Disasters remind us we are world citizens, whether we like it or not.
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