The man who begins to go to bed forty minutes before he opens his bedroom door is bored; that is to say, he is not living.
Arnold BennettRead
Every scene, even the commonest, is wonderful, if only one can detach oneself, casting off all memory of use and custom, and behold it (as it were) for the first time; in its right, authentic colors; without making comparisons. Cherish and burnish this faculty of seeing crudely, simply, artlessly, ignorantly; of seeing like a baby or a lunatic, who lives each moment by itself and tarnishes by the present no remembrance of the past.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the beauty of perceiving the world with fresh eyes, free from preconceived notions and memories.
Arnold Bennett's quote invites us to embrace the wonder of everyday scenes by detaching ourselves from habitual ways of seeing. He suggests that by viewing the world as if for the first time, without the influence of past experiences or comparisons, we can appreciate the authentic beauty of our surroundings. This perspective encourages a childlike curiosity and spontaneity, allowing for a deeper connection to the present moment.
In practice
A motivational speech about appreciating life’s simple moments.
The man who begins to go to bed forty minutes before he opens his bedroom door is bored; that is to say, he is not living.
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