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
At the core of life is a hard purposefulness, a determination to live.
Interpretation
Life revolves around the intentional pursuit of purpose and the determination to exist fully.
This quote emphasizes the necessity of having a clear purpose and determination as central to the human experience. Howard Thurman's insight suggests that a meaningful life is built upon the conscious choice to pursue one's goals and fulfill one's potential, indicating that this drive is fundamental to our existence.
In practice
In a motivational speech about the importance of pursuing one's dreams, this quote could illustrate the need for determination.
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.
One of the things that has helped me as much as any other is not how long I am going to live, but how much I can do while living.
I don't mind growing old. If I have to go before my time, this is how I'll go-- cigarette in one hand, glass of scotch in the other.
Of no distemper, of no blast he died, _x000D_ But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long: _x000D_ Even wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner. _x000D_ Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years; _x000D_ Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more; _x000D_ Till like a clock worn out with eating time, _x000D_ The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
And what does it matter when light enters the room where a child sleeps and the waking mother, opening her eyes, wishes more than anything to be unwakened by what she cannot name?
I hope that on my tombstone it says 'Born 1933, died 2043.' I hope that's my legacy.
You know what I'm going to have on my gravestone? 'She did it the hard way.'
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