The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
Interpretation
A good man's greatest contributions often go unnoticed and uncelebrated.
William Wordsworth emphasizes that the true essence of a person's life lies not in grand gestures but in the small, everyday acts of kindness and love that often remain unrecognized. These simple, genuine expressions of care reflect the depth of character and the impact one can have on the lives of others without seeking acknowledgment.
In practice
This quote can be shared at a volunteer event to inspire others to contribute selflessly.
For mightier far_x000D_ _x000D_ Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway_x000D_ _x000D_ Of magic potent over sun and star,_x000D_ _x000D_ Is love, though oft to agony distrest,_x000D_ _x000D_ And though his favourite be feeble woman's breast.
By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,_x000D_ _x000D_ The earth, and every common sight,_x000D_ _x000D_ To me did seem_x000D_ _x000D_ Apparelled in celestial light,_x000D_ _x000D_ The glory and the freshness of a dream.
Books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age; more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need, The Sultan hides deep in ancestral tombs. These hoards of truth you can unlock at will.
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune.
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. _x000D_ Where there is hatred, let me sow love, _x000D_ Where there is injury, pardon; _x000D_ Where there is doubt, faith; _x000D_ Where there is despair, hope; _x000D_ Where there is darkness, light; _x000D_ And where there is sadness, joy. _x000D_ O Divine Master, _x000D_ Grant that I may not so much seek _x000D_ To be consoled as to console, _x000D_ To be understood as to understand, _x000D_ To be loved, as to love.
traveling is the great true love of my life
He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing.
No specter assails us in more varied disguises than loneliness, and one of its most impenetrable masks is called love.
Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
Rings and other jewels are not gifts, but apologies for gifts. The only gift is a portion of thyself.
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