The young have aspirations that never come to pass, the old have reminiscences of what never happened.
Hector Hugh MunroRead
People talk vaguely about the innocence of a little child, but they take mighty good care not to let it out of their sight for twenty minutes.
Interpretation
This quote critiques the way adults view the innocence of children while simultaneously being overly protective of them.
Hector Hugh Munro's quote comments on the irony of how society romanticizes the innocence of children yet feels compelled to monitor them closely. It suggests a contradiction between the idealization of childhood innocence and the adult instinct to shield that innocence from the world's dangers, illuminating a complex relationship between freedom and protection in the context of raising children.
In practice
In a discussion about parenting styles, one could use this quote to emphasize the need for balance between protection and freedom.
The young have aspirations that never come to pass, the old have reminiscences of what never happened.
I believe that in time we will have reached the point where we will deserve to be free of government.
Life is a progress from want to want, not from enjoyment to enjoyment.
Acceptance means: For now, this is what this situation, this moment, requires me to do, and so I do it willingly.
To regret one’s own experiences is to arrest one’s own development. To deny one’s own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one’s own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.
The struggle is inner: Chicano, indio, American Indian, mojado, mexicano, immigrant Latino, Anglo in power, working class Anglo, Black, Asian--our psyches resemble the bordertowns and are populated by the same people. The struggle has always been inner, and is played out in outer terrains. Awareness of our situation must come before inner changes, which in turn come before changes in society. Nothing happens in the "real" world unless it first happens in the images in our heads.
In my case Pilgrim's Progress consisted in my having to climb down a thousand ladders until I could reach out my hand to the little clod of earth that I am.
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