Life is made up not necessarily of great sacrifices or high-level duties but of little things. The smiles, the kindnesses, the commitments and obligations and responsibilities that are given habitually and lovingly are the blessings that win and preserve the heart and bring comfort to one's self as we as to others. This is the ministry of service performed by every useful life.
Interpretation
Life is enriched not by grand gestures, but by small acts of kindness and service.
This quote emphasizes the importance of everyday actions and small sacrifices that contribute to a meaningful life. Instead of seeking grand accomplishments, it highlights that true fulfillment comes from being kind, nurturing relationships, and fulfilling responsibilities with love and commitment, thereby creating comfort and joy for both oneself and others.
In practice
Use this quote in a speech about the importance of community service.
The correct description is that we try every day to become more humble when we talk about divinity, we try to realize how little we know and how open minded we should be. It's self centered to think that human beings, as limited as we are, can describe divinity.
The correct description is that we try every day to become more humble when we talk about divinity, we try to realize how little we know and how open minded we should be.
The objective of our religious foundations is to teach people that they are hurting themselves when they say they believe something. What we should realize is we know almost nothing about God and therefore we should be eager to search and to learn.
The idea that an individual can find God is terribly self-centered. It is like a wave thinking it can find the sea.
Three of my children are medical doctors; they know at least a hundred times as much about your body as my grandfather knew, but they don't know much more about soul than he did.
I focus on spiritual wealth now, and I'm busier, more enthusiastic, and more joyful than I have ever been.
I was already dozing off in the shade, dreaming that the rustling trees were my many selves explaining themselves all at the same time so that I could not make out a single word. My life was a beautiful mystery on the verge of understanding, always on the verge! Think of it!
But sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back, I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illumined in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.
When the journey's over/There'll be time enough to sleep.
I think that's what people most always do with the stuff they can't make out - just forget it.
Come celebrate with me that every day something has tried to kill me and has failed.
Starting a long way off the true point, and proceeding by loops and zigzags , we now and then arrive just where we ought to be.
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