Life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations.
Oliver GoldsmithRead
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.
Interpretation
The quote expresses feelings of solitude and reflection in an unhurried, melancholic setting.
In this quote by Oliver Goldsmith, the imagery invokes a sense of isolation and deep contemplation in a tranquil yet somber environment. The reference to rivers, such as the Scheld and the Po, emphasizes a slow passage of time, depicting a landscape that is both physically remote and emotionally distant, inviting the reader to reflect on the nature of solitude and its impact on the human experience.
In practice
During a poetry reading on the theme of loneliness and isolation.
Life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations.
A mind too vigorous and active, serves only to consume the body to which it is joined.
Success consists of getting up just one more time than you fall.
Whatever the skill of any country may be in the sciences, it is from its excellence in polite learning alone that it must expect a character from posterity.
Life at the greatest and best is but a froward child, that must be humored and coaxed a little till it falls asleep, and then all the care is over.
Hope, like the gleaming taper's light,_x000D_ _x000D_ Adorns and cheers our way;_x000D_ _x000D_ And still, as darker grows the night,_x000D_ _x000D_ Emits a brighter ray.
The future will be like the past, in the sense that, no matter how amazing or technologically advanced a society becomes, the basic human rhythm of petty malevolence, sordid moneygrubbing, and official violence, illuminated by occasional bursts of loyalty or desire or tenderness, will go on.
I think we are blind. Blind people who can see, but do not see.
maybe she had become tired of being the girlfriend of a condemned man. It also occured to me that maybe she was sick, or dead. These things happen. [...] Anyway, after that, remembering Marie meant nothing to me. That seemed perfectly normal to me, since I understood very well that people would forget me when I was dead.
How do we see physically? No differently that we do in our consciousness - by means of the productive power of imagination. Consciousness is the eye and ear, the sense for inner and outer meaning.
Well I think it is often the case that the biggest bullies take what they know to be their own defects, as they see it, and they put them right on someone else and then they try and destroy the other and that's what Voldemort does.
No matter how hard we try words simply cannot express the horror, the shock, and the revulsion we all feel over what took place in this nation on Tuesday morning. September 11 will go down in our history as a day to remember.
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