Science is history arranged according to the superstition and taste of the moment. The vocabulary of scholars has no wit, no salt. These heavy tomes have no soul, they are filled with distress.
Blaise CendrarsRead
One's life, from being an exterior thing, grows inwards. Its intensity stays the same; and, d'you know, it's most mysterious, the corners in which the joy of living can sometimes hide away.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Life's true essence is often found within, revealing unexpected joys even in the smallest corners.
In this quote, Blaise Cendrars reflects on the nature of life, suggesting that while our experiences may seem outwardly focused, the true depth and richness of life are discovered when we turn our gaze inward. This inward journey can unveil hidden joys and mysteries that might otherwise go unnoticed, emphasizing that life's intensity remains constant regardless of external circumstances.
Themes
LifeJoyInwardMysteryReflection
In practice
Example use cases
During a motivational speech about personal growth, you could use this quote to illustrate the importance of introspection.
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