Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
Death is given in a kiss; the dearest kindnesses are fatal; and into this life, where one thing preys upon another, the child too often makes its entrance from the mother's corpse.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects the duality of life and death, suggesting that even the most tender moments can be intertwined with tragedy.
Robert Louis Stevenson's quote captures the intricate relationship between life and death, illustrating how love and loss often coexist. The phrase highlights that the act of giving life can carry an element of sacrifice, where the joys of childbirth can emerge from the pain of mortality. It serves as a reminder of the fragility of existence and the complexity of human experiences, where kindness and affection can also bear hidden consequences.
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Example use cases
This quote could be used in a eulogy to reflect on the bittersweet nature of life and legacy.
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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.
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But as the scissors snip-snapped through her hair and the razor shaved the rest, she realized with a sudden awful panic that she could no longer recall anything from the past. I cannot remember, she whispered to herself. I cannot remember. She's been shorn of memory as brutally as she'd been shorn of her hair, without permission, without reason... Gone, all gone, she thought again wildly, no longer even sure what was gone, what she was mourning.
Ender nodded. It was a lie, of course, that it wouldn’t hurt a bit. But since adults always said it when it was going to hurt, he could count on that statement as an accurate prediction of the future. Sometimes lies were more dependable than the truth.