None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.
Henry David ThoreauRead
I am no more lonely than a single mullein or dandelion in a pasture, or a bean leaf, or sorrel, or a horse-fly, or a bumblebee. I am no more lonely than the Mill Brook, or a weathercock, or the north star, or the south wind, or an April shower, or a January thaw, or the first spider in a new house.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the interconnectivity of life and the natural world, suggesting that loneliness is a relative experience.
In this quote, Thoreau expresses the idea that loneliness is not absolute but can vary based on perspective. By comparing himself to various elements of nature, he implies that just as individual plants and creatures coexist in a broader ecosystem, so too can an individual find peace and belonging within the larger context of life, despite feeling solitary at times.
In practice
This quote can inspire a discussion on mental health and the importance of community in schools.
None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.
Through want of enterprise and faith men are where they are, buying and selling and spending their lives like servants.
An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.
Have no mean hours, but be grateful for every hour, and accept what it brings. The reality will make any sincere record respectable.
As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.
That grand old poem called Winter
Not one of them who took up in his youth with this opinion that there are no gods ever continued until old age faithful to his conviction.
If England was what England seems, _x000D_ An not the England of our dreams, _x000D_ But only putty, brass, an' paint, _x000D_ 'Ow quick we'd chuck 'er! But she ain't!
There will be justice," said Brutha. "If there is no justice, there is nothing.
The diseased, anyway, are more interesting than the healthy. The words of the diseased, even those who can manage only a murmur, carry more weight than those of the healthy. Then, too, all healthy people will in the future know disease. That sense of time, ah, the diseased man’s sense of time, what treasure hidden in a desert cave. Then, too the diseased truly bite, whereas the healthy pretend to bite but really only snap at the air. Then, too, then, too, then, too.
Any conception of a god that is less than sovereign is an idol and no god at all.
After the doctor's departure Koznyshev felt inclined to go to the river with his fishing rod. He was fond of angling, and seemed proud of being able to like such a stupid occupation.
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