O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRead
Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that every drop of water contains a vast and intricate world within it, symbolizing the beauty and complexity of nature.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's quote emphasizes the idea that even the smallest elements of nature, like dew and rain drops, hold immense beauty and depth. It invites us to appreciate the intricate details of the natural world, suggesting that there is more to observe and understand at a micro level. This perspective encourages mindfulness and a greater appreciation for the interconnectedness of all things in nature.
In practice
This quote can be used during a nature appreciation workshop to highlight the beauty of the environment.
O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.
Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.
To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not. Then you sit down and meditate and wonder which it will be.
God is not dead; nor doth He sleep; ... _x000D_ The wrong shall fail,_x000D_ The right prevail,_x000D_ With peace on earth, good will to men.
In the long run men hit only what they aim at.
I am always more interested in people than plants. Nature doesn't make gardens, people make gardens. And the story of a garden is always the story of a person.
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
The waves broke and spread their waters swiftly over the shore. One after another they massed themselves and fell; the spray tossed itself back with the energy of their fall. The waves were steeped deep-blue save for a pattern of diamond-pointed light on their backs which rippled as the backs of great horses ripple with muscles as they move. The waves fell; withdrew and fell again, like the thud of a great beast stamping.
Passion is lifted from the earth itself by the muddy hands of the young; it travels along grass-stained sleeves to the heart. If we are going to save environmentalism and the environment, we must also save an endangered indicator species: the child in nature.
Only to the white man was nature a 'wilderness'.
The future will be green, or not at all
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