Legends die hard. They survive as truth rarely does.
Helen HayesRead
Mere longevity is a good thing for those who watch Life from the side lines. For those who play the game, an hour may be a year, a single day's work an achievement for eternity.
Interpretation
Life's true measure is not in its length but in the depth of experiences and achievements.
Helen Hayes emphasizes the idea that simply living a long life is not as valuable as how one engages with it. For those who actively participate in life, even a brief moment can have profound significance, turning ordinary efforts into timeless accomplishments.
In practice
In a motivational speech to inspire young adults to make the most of their time.
Legends die hard. They survive as truth rarely does.
We rely upon the poets, the philosophers, and the playwrights to articulate what most of us can only feel, in joy or sorrow. They illuminate the thoughts for which we only grope; they give us the strength and balm we cannot find in ourselves. Whenever I feel my courage wavering, I rush to them. They give me the wisdom of acceptance, the will and resiliance to push on.
Love is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.
When traveling with someone, take large does of patience and tolerance with your morning coffee.
We relish news of our heroes, forgetting that we are extraordinary to somebody too.
Perhaps we have been misguided into taking too much responsibility from our children, leaving them too little room for discovery
I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass. I crave to be rid of them.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
We're only truly secure when we can look out our kitchen window and see our food growing and our friends working nearby.
Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Making a living and making a life sometimes point in opposite directions.
It's not sipping wine. It's a mourning wine. You drain it. Like this.
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