Life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations.
Oliver GoldsmithRead
Aromatic plants bestow no spicy fragrance while they grow; but crush'd or trodden to the ground, diffuse their balmy sweets around.
Interpretation
Aromatic plants only release their fragrance when they are damaged or crushed, symbolizing how beauty often emerges from struggle.
This quote suggests that the true value and beauty of certain things are revealed only under pressure or adversity. Just as aromatic plants need to be crushed to release their sweet scent, people may unveil their true potential and resilience in challenging situations, often producing their most beautiful qualities during times of hardship.
In practice
In a speech about overcoming challenges, one could use this quote to illustrate how difficulties can lead to personal growth.
Life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations.
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No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.
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