Whatever may be the tensions and the stresses of a particular day, there is always lurking close at hand the trailing beauty of forgotten joy or unremembered peace.
Howard ThurmanRead
Twilight - a time of pause when nature changes her guard. All living things would fade and die from too much light or too much dark, if twilight were not.
Interpretation
Twilight symbolizes a balanced transition between extremes, where life can thrive.
In this quote, Howard Thurman reflects on the significance of twilight as a necessary moment of pause and transition in nature. It highlights the importance of balance, suggesting that neither complete light nor complete darkness is sustainable for life, emphasizing that times of transition, like twilight, are essential for nurturing and preserving existence.
In practice
This quote could be shared during a nature walk to emphasize the beauty of transitional moments.
Whatever may be the tensions and the stresses of a particular day, there is always lurking close at hand the trailing beauty of forgotten joy or unremembered peace.
What I have written is but a fleeting intimation of the outside of what one man sees and may tell about the path he walks. No one shares the secret of a life; no one enters into the heart of the mystery.
Don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive and go do it. Because what the world needs is more people who have come alive
What the world need is people who have come alive.
A bigot is a person who makes an idol of his commitments.
There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathless and beautiful.
A less icy Arctic is coming, and generally speaking, that's not a good thing. Climate change is warming this region twice as fast as the global average, threatening wildlife and indigenous communities.
Twenty-five years ago people could be excused for not knowing much, or doing much, about climate change. Today we have no excuse. No more can it be dismissed as science fiction; we are already feeling the effects.
Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light,_x000D_ _x000D_ The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow,_x000D_ _x000D_ Drops in a silent autumn night._x000D_ _x000D_ All its allotted length of days_x000D_ _x000D_ The flower ripens in its place,_x000D_ _x000D_ Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil,_x000D_ _x000D_ Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.
When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold, Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold; When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West, Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!
Sometimes I spend all day trying to count the leaves on a single tree... Of course I have to give up, but by then I'm half crazy with the wonder of it--the abundance of the leaves, the quietness of the branches, the hopelessness of my effort. And I am in that delicious and important place, roaring with laughter, full of earth-praise.
Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.
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