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
Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the importance of inner spirituality and self-awareness over external beauty and grandeur.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow reflects on the relationship between the external world, which is filled with the divine, and the internal world, which is even more significant. He suggests that while nature and the world around us are indeed magnificent, it is the inner richness of faith, spirituality, and personal depth that truly elevates our existence and experience of life.
In practice
In a meditation workshop, to encourage reflection on inner peace.
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 not free while any woman is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own.
Labor is the curse of the world, and nobody can meddle with it without becoming proportionately brutalized.
When you stir your rice pudding, Septimus, the spoonful of jam spreads itself round making red trails like the picture of a meteor in my astronomical atlas. But if you stir backwards, the jam will not come together again. Indeed, the pudding does not notice and continues to turn pink just as before. Do you think this is odd?
Ah, how many luxuries has the good God prepared for his Jewish children.
The moral is the chosen, not the forced; the understood, not the obeyed. The moral is the rational, and reason accepts no commandments.
I am very conscious that you can't condemn people of an earlier era by the standards of ours.
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