Sign in with Facebook Sign in options. Join Goodreads. Quotes tagged as "value-of-life" Showing of We give the lie to the evolutionary survival of the fittest maxim We live in a dream world that we create. Whose life is truer, the rational man of action pursuing practical goals of personal happiness and wealth or the philosophic man who lives in a world of theoretical and metaphysical ideas? We ascribe the value quotient to our lives by making decisions that we score as either valid or invalid based upon our personal ethics and how we think and behave.
Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls. Even those rarer men who think beyond themselves at all have an eye, not for this universal life, but for fenced-off portions of it.
If one knows how to keep the exceptions principally in view, I mean the greatly gifted and pure of soul, takes their production for the goal of world-evolution and rejoices in the effects they in turn produce, one may believe in the value of life, because the one is overlooking all other men: thinking falsely, that is to say.
And likewise if, though one does keep in view all mankind, one accords validity only to one species of drives, the less egoistical, and justifies them in face of all the others, then again one can hope for something of mankind as a whole and to this extent believe in the value of life: thus, in this case too, through falsity of thinking.
Whichever of these attitudes one adopts, however, one is by adopting in an exception among men. The great majority endure life without complaining overmuch; they believe in the value of existence, but they do so precisely because each of them exists for himself alone, refusing to step out of himself as those exceptions do: everything outside themselves they notice not at all or at most as a dim shadow.
Thus for the ordinary, everyday man the value of life rests solely on the fact that regards himself more highly than he does the world. The great lack of imagination from which he suffers means he is unable to feel his way into other beings and thus he participates as little as possible in their fortunes and sufferings. He, on the other hand, who really could participate in them would have to despair of the value of life; if he succeeded in encompassing and feeling within himself the total consciousness of mankind he would collapse with a curse on existence - for mankind has as a whole no goal, and the individual man when he regards its total course cannot derive from it any support or comfort, but must be reduced to despair.
If in all he does he has before him the ultimate goallessness of man, his actions acquire in his own eyes the character of useless squandering. But to feel thus squandered, not merely as an individual fruits but as humanity as a whole, in the way we behold the individual fruits of nature squandered, is a feeling beyond all other feelings. Certainly only a poet: and poets always know how to console themselves. So keep at it and don't question yourself.
You see, we must resolve to live our lives in such a way, that the worth and the value of it all comes from those things that are a part of our souls. You fill your soul with what is a part of it, with people who have made you a part of their hearts, and things that bring you awe. Then if all the world were to disappear before your eyes, just not any part of your soul, then you are okay! You are still happy. You can wake up to a new morning in a world that doesn't know you, retaining every ounce of worth that you had before!
And maybe even more. JoyBell C.Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth. I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy.
Life of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing that thy living touch is upon all my limbs. I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts, knowing that thou art that truth which has kindled the light of reason in my mind. I shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart and keep my love in flower, knowing that thou hast thy seat in the inmost shrine of my heart. And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.
Close Menu Poems. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.To capture something that is so varied, but that binds us together as brothers and sisters in arms takes real skill and craft. Luckily for us, the best poets through the ages have penned many a classic and beautiful verse to help us understand — nay decipher — life in all its glory.
Here are 10 of the most deep and meaningful poems about life. Some long, some short, some famous, some less so. If viewing on a mobile device, we recommend turning the screen landscape to ensure correct formatting of each poem as you read it.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Be a hero in the strife! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act,—act in the living Present!
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. No matter which way we go, we cannot foresee where it will take us, nor how the other would have turned out. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. If— by Rudyard Kipling Life will challenge you — physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.Unique, handpicked collection of short poems about life, love, and friendship that have, literally, changed my life, because they have changed the way I looked at and listened to the world.
Since the dawn of civilization, artists of all forms have sought to express the essence of the human condition and the full range of human experience. Poetry has been one of the most common forms of this expression from the ancients until now.
These words have an ability to capture the abstract emotions and concrete experiences that have been part of our humanity throughout the ages. Turning to the words of poems can help us to clarify and understand our own experiences better by connecting us to those others who have sought to do the same. I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. O Captain! My Captain! They dull my eyes, yet I keep on dying, Because I love to live. Maya Angelou.
Poetry is a method of expression that uses specific words, their meaning or interpretation and rhythm to deliver exciting and imaginative ideas as well as evoke emotional actions and reactions. Poetry has the potential to provide you with insightful advice as well as encourage you, strengthen your resolve, motivate you to succeed, and even give you direction and clarity when your hope is shaken.
Some of these famous short poems you have heard before, but others may be new. Either way, we hope you love them! I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs, Rotting flesh and worms do Not convince me against The challenge.
The years And cold defeat live deep in Lines along my face. Life through my bloodshot eyes would scare a square 2 death poverty, murder, violence and never a moment 2 rest Fun and games are few but treasured like gold 2 me cuz I realize that I must return 2 my spot in poverty But mock my words when I say my heart will not exist unless my destiny comes through and puts an end 2 all of this. And I went to famous executives who boss the work of thousands of men.
They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though I was trying to fool with them And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along the Desplaines river And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with their women and children and a keg of beer and an accordion. Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all. And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness That most frightens us. We ask ourselves Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small Does not serve the world. We are all meant to shine, As children do.Short poems about life - Inspiration in rhymes
We were born to make manifest The glory of God that is within us. And as we let our own light shine, We unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.His name was Rumi, and he wrote volumes of the most exquisite poems about lifelove and loss. Ironically today, as America shuts its doors to refugees, Rumi remains the best-selling poet in the United States.
Rumi breathed life into words when most of us struggle to communicate our most basic emotions. He turned his tragedies into life lessons powerful enough to spark change in people.
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His work has become a continuous source of inspiration and enchanting music to the world today, even making him the most beloved poet in America.
What Rumi has to share on life, love and loss has the potential to shift the way you perceive the world. We may not share the same values and principles, but the core idea we collectively fight for is for the strength to protect our communities. Ultimately, there is only one community — a global breathing community. Not any religion or cultural system. I am not from the East or the West, not out of the ocean or up from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not composed of elements at all.
I do not exist, am not an entity in this world or in the next, did not descend from Adam and Eve or any origin story. My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless. Neither body or soul. I belong to the beloved, have seen the two worlds as one and that one call to and know, first, last, outer, inner, only that breath breathing human being. This is a reality. But what if, there is more to our fears than we know?
What if we start to understand our fears? Can it help us rethink the decisions we make? A donkey turning a millstone is not trying To press oil from sesame seed.
He is fleeing the blow that was just struck and hoping to avoid the next. We look to ease our pain, and this keeps civilization Moving along.
Fear is the architect here.
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Fear keeps us working near the ark. Sometimes though, it is fear, a contracting, That brings you into the presence. The most human experience of all is the experience of love and loss. Notice how each particle moves, Notice how everyone has just arrived here from a journey, Notice how each wants a different food, Notice how the stars vanish as the sun comes up, and how all streams stream toward the ocean. Pain and strife are parts of life.
Accepting our weaknessdarkness and demons, balances our compassion and love for ourselves and others. But that shadow has been serving you!There is a time for everything, a time for joy, and a time for pain. It is because of those times when you are fighting a battle, that when peace comes, it is such a blessing, a point of grace.
For every moment that you feel like you are falling. There is a balance to the story of our lives, for this moment is always on the way out, as a new chapter arrives.
Sometimes your song will be louder than the sound of your cries, and your hellos will make you forget about all the goodbyes. This is the reason why at the end, passing through the twists and bends, and waiting out the storm is worth it…and necessary.
No matter how dark it is right now, remember that the battle will end, the sun will rise, and you will find your joy again. Today is a gift, a new dawn that is waking, open your eyes and see that a new door is opening, and a new you is surfacing On the shores ….
Today be all that you can be, be okay with who that is, because you are…. Bright Dreams Journal. My Word Wizard. Inspirational Quotes and Poem s. I am a poet, amateur photographer, sunrise and dream chaser.
I have been writing uplifting prose for as long as I can remember and I hope that this site will inspire and motivate you to live your purpose and chase your dreams. Short Inspirational Poems. About Author. Winnie I am a poet, amateur photographer, sunrise and dream chaser.I did not come into the world To prove anything. I came into the world To love everyone And everything. Life is given to each human being For a very special purpose.
This secret each human being Must discover for himself. Die now! In this Love, die; when you have died in this Love, you will all receive new life. Die now, die now, and do not fear this death, for you will come forth from this earth and seize the heavens. Die now, die now, and break away from this carnal soul, for this carnal soul is as a chain and you are as prisoners.
Take an axe to dig through the prison; when you have broken the prison you will all be kings and princes. Die now, die now before the beauteous King; when you have died before the King, you will all be kings and renowned.
Oh me! Oh life! That you are here—that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. Resembles Life what once was held of Light, Too ample in itself for human sight? An absolute Self—an element ungrounded— All, that we see, all colours of all shade [Image]By encroach of darkness made?
And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath, A war-embrace of wrestling Life and Death? Close Menu Poems. Sri Chinmoy The sole purpose of my life Is to go back once more To my peace-home-heart. Sri Chinmoy Life is given to each human being For a very special purpose.