Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
Thomas GrayRead
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on a peaceful and quiet life away from the chaos and struggles of society.
In this quote, Thomas Gray suggests that there exist individuals who choose to live a serene and undisturbed life, avoiding the chaos and trivial conflicts that often characterize humanity's struggles. These people, with sober wishes, find fulfillment in a tranquil existence, following their own steady paths in life, untouched by the noise of societal ambitions and conflicts.
In practice
At a gathering discussing the importance of mindfulness, this quote can serve to emphasize the merits of living a calm and collected life.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust, or flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death?
Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! Ah, fields beloved in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow.
Any fool may write a most valuable book by chance, if he will only tell us what he heard and saw with veracity.
Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,/ The bee's collected treasure sweet,/ Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet/ The still small voice of gratitude.
This is the 21st-century paradox: Even as political democracy has become the intellectual default mode for much of the world, the private sector usually trumps the public one when it comes to accommodating consumer choice.
To be suspicious is not a fault. To be suspicious all the time without coming to a conclusion is the defect.
There is one act par excellence which profanes money by going directly against the law of money, an act for which money is not made. That act is giving.
Symbolism is no mere idle fancy or corrupt degeneration: it is inherent in the very texture of human life.
Man is conceived in sin and born in corruption and he passeth from the stink of the didie to the stench of the shroud. There is always something (All The King's Men)
The moral of the story is we're here on Earth to fart around. And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don't realize, or they don't care, is we're dancing animals. You know, we love to move around.
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