Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
Oscar WildeRead
And alien tears will fill for him pity's long broken urn. For his mourners will all be outcast men, and outcasts always mourn.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the isolation and sorrow of those who are marginalized in society.
This quote by Oscar Wilde contemplates the profound sadness experienced by outcasts and their mourners. It suggests that the tears shed for these individuals are not only a sign of pity, but also a recognition of the brokenness of their situation, highlighting the shared experience of grief among those who exist on the fringes of society.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech about social justice to highlight the plight of marginalized communities.
Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
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His morality is all sympathy, just what morality should be
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Philosophers are never quite sure what they are talking about - about what the issues really are - and so often it takes them rather a long time to recognize that someone with a somewhat different approach (or destination, or starting point) is making a contribution.
Suits are malevolent magicians' sleeves for socialists, full of patrician loops and tricks, small, embroidered, cryptic messages of deference and privilege. They are ever the uniform of the enemy. They are also the greatest British invention ever.
Both described at the same time how it was always March there and always Monday, and then they understood that José Arcadio Buendía was not as crazy as the family said, but that he was the only one who had enough lucidity to sense the truth of the fact that time also stumbled and had accidents and could therefore splinter and leave an eternalized fragment in a room.
Every woman is supposed to have the same set of motives, or else to be a monster.
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