Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
Robert Louis StevensonRead
This grove, that was now so peaceful, must then have rung with cries, I thought; and even with the thought I could believe I heard it ringing still.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the contrast between past turmoil and present peace in a natural setting.
In this quote, Robert Louis Stevenson reflects on how a serene grove, which appears tranquil in the present, was once filled with noise and cries. This juxtaposition highlights the passage of time and the tranquility that often follows chaos, allowing one to appreciate the peacefulness of the present while being mindful of its tumultuous past.
Themes
PeaceNatureContrastTimeTranquility
In practice
Example use cases
In a speech about personal growth, one might refer to this quote to illustrate how we can find peace after hardship.
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