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
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.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the balance between the wisdom of age and the vitality of youth.
In this quote, Walter Scott captures the essence of middle age, where one's appearance may show the marks of wisdom and experience, yet the spirit remains youthful and vibrant. It emphasizes the idea that age does not diminish one's desire to engage with life passionately and boldly, showcasing the harmony between maturity and the relentless enthusiasm to take risks and embrace challenges.
In practice
In a motivational speech about embracing life at any age.
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.
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
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.
Where shall the lover rest,_x000D_ _x000D_ Whom the fates sever_x000D_ _x000D_ From his true maiden's breast,_x000D_ _x000D_ Parted for ever?_x000D_ _x000D_ Where, through groves deep and high,_x000D_ _x000D_ Sounds the far billow,_x000D_ _x000D_ Where early violets die,_x000D_ _x000D_ Under the willow.
There are so many things and so many aspects to gay life that I've discovered and so many things to write about. I have a new life, and I have a new take on dance music because of that life.
Sydney in the 1960s wasn't the exuberant multicultural metropolis it is today. Out in the city's western reaches, days passed in a sun-struck stupor. In the evenings, families gathered on their verandas waiting for the 'southerly buster' - the thunderstorm that would break the heat and leave the air cool enough to allow sleep.
Risk, then, is not just part of life. It is life. The place between your comfort zone and your dream is where life takes place. It's the high-anxiety zone, but it's also where you discover who you are.
Your life is the manifestation of your dream; it is an art. You can change your life anytime if you aren't enjoying the dream.
Too-lateness, I realized, has nothing to do with age. Itβs a relation of self to the moment. Or not, depending on the person and the moment. Perhaps there even comes a time when itβs no longer too late for anything. Perhaps, even, most times are too early for most things, and most of life has to go by before itβs time for almost anything and too late for almost nothing. Nothing to lose, the present moment to gain, the integration with long-delayed Now.
Life is short but there is always time for courtesy.
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