None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.
Henry David ThoreauRead
This is a delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense, and imbibes delight through every pore.
Interpretation
Thoreau expresses the profound joy and sensory satisfaction experienced during a beautiful evening.
In this quote, Thoreau reflects on the immersive experience of a delightful evening where all senses are heightened. The idea of the body absorbing delight through every pore suggests a deep connection with nature and the ability to fully appreciate the beauty of the moment, emphasizing the importance of being present and attuned to one's surroundings.
In practice
During a meditation event focused on nature, this quote perfectly encapsulates the experience we want participants to have.
None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.
Through want of enterprise and faith men are where they are, buying and selling and spending their lives like servants.
An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.
Have no mean hours, but be grateful for every hour, and accept what it brings. The reality will make any sincere record respectable.
As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.
That grand old poem called Winter
We travel together, passengers on a little spaceship, dependent on its vulnerable reserves of air and soil, all committed, for our safety, to its security and peace. Preserved from annihilation only by the care, the work and the love we give our fragile craft.
Peering from some high window; at the gold of November sunset _x000D_ (and feeling that if day has to become night this is a beautiful way).
We are now heading down a centuries-long path toward increasing the productivity of our natural capital - the resource systems upon which we depend to live - instead of our human capital.
Wilderness is a resource which can shrink but not grow... the creation of new wilderness in the full sense of the word is impossible.
To hike out alone in the desert; to sleep on the valley floor on a night with no moon, in the pitch black, just listening to the boom of silence: you can't imagine what that's like.
Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light,_x000D_ _x000D_ The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow,_x000D_ _x000D_ Drops in a silent autumn night._x000D_ _x000D_ All its allotted length of days_x000D_ _x000D_ The flower ripens in its place,_x000D_ _x000D_ Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil,_x000D_ _x000D_ Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.
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