Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
Robert Louis StevensonRead
Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I lay me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be: Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Interpretation
This quote expresses a deep appreciation for life and a peaceful acceptance of death, emphasizing the idea of returning to one's roots or home.
In this quote, Robert Louis Stevenson reflects on the inevitability of death and the comfort it brings when one feels they have truly lived. The imagery of a grave and the notion of home suggest a desire for belonging and peace in the face of mortality, highlighting the satisfaction of a life well-lived and the natural cycle of life and death.
In practice
In a eulogy to celebrate the life of a loved one.
Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
That man is a success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much.
His past was fairly blameless; few men could read the rolls of their life with less apprehension; yet he was humbled to the dust by the many ill things he had done, and raised up again into sober and fearful gratitude by the many he had come so near to doing, yet avoided.
The habit of being happy enables one to be freed, or largely freed, from the domination of outward conditions.
It is the history of our kindnesses that alone make this world tolerable. If it were not for that, for the effect of kind words, kind looks, kind letters . . . I should be inclined to think our life a practical jest in the worst possible spirit.
Women can't do everything at the same time, we need to understand milestones in our lives comes in segments.
It is a pink and blue feeling, as sharp as clear sky; a slight breeze, and the edges of Lake Nakuru would rise like the ruffle at the edge of a skirt; and I am pockmarked with whole-body pinpricks of potentiality. A stretch of my body would surely stretch as far as the sky. The whole universe poised, and I am the agent of any movement.
Life's just one great journey. It's a road we travel as we go from point A to point B. What makes that journey worthwhile is the people we choose to travel with, the people we hold close as we take steps into the darkness and blindly make our way through life. They're the people who matter.
Nobody's life is a bed of roses. We all have crosses to bear, and we all just do our best. I would never claim to have the worst situation. There are many widows, and many people dying of AIDS, many people killed in Lebanon, people starving all over the planet. So we have to count our lucky stars.
The goal is to balance a life that works with a life that counts.
Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.
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