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.
Life is one big road with lots of signs, _x000D_ So when you riding through the ruts, _x000D_ Don't you complicate your mind _x000D_ Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy _x000D_ Don't bury your thoughts; put your vision to reality.
The beauty of life is in people who feel some obligation to enhance life. Without that, we're only half alive.
You were given life; it is your duty (and also your entitlement as a human being) to find something beautiful within life, no matter how slight.
I don't know if I should care for a man who made life easy; I should want someone who made it interesting.
The wonder is that so many OCDs manage to live productive lives, just the same. They work, they eat (often not enough or too much, it's true), they go to the movies, they make love to their girlfriends and boyfriends, their wives and husbands... and all the time those birds are there, clinging to them and pecking away little bits of flesh.
I had to decide what I was going to do, and what I was going to be. I was standing there, waiting for someone to do something , till I realised the person I was waiting for was myself.
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