It's wonderful how, the moment you talk about God and love, your voice becomes hard, and your eyes fill with hatred. No, Margret, you certainly haven't the true faith.
August StrindbergRead
Life is not so idiotically mathematical that only the big eat the small; it is just as common for a bee to kill a lion or at least to drive it mad.
Interpretation
Life is unpredictable and doesn't always follow simple rules; even the weak can triumph over the strong.
This quote by August Strindberg emphasizes the idea that life is complex and operates beyond the simplistic notion of the strong overpowering the weak. It suggests that unexpected events can occur, where seemingly insignificant beings, like a bee, can challenge or disrupt the mightiest creatures, illustrating that outcomes are not always determined by size or strength.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech about resilience and how small efforts can lead to significant outcomes.
It's wonderful how, the moment you talk about God and love, your voice becomes hard, and your eyes fill with hatred. No, Margret, you certainly haven't the true faith.
Sorrow has the fortunate peculiarity that it preys upon itself. It dies of starvation. Since it is essentially an interruption of habits, it can be replaced by new habits. Constituting, as it does, a void, it is soon filled up by a real horror vacuum.
That is the thankless position of the father in the family - the provider for all, and the enemy of all.
Now I know the full power of evil. It makes ugliness seem beautiful and goodness seem ugly and weak.
I see the playwright as a lay preacher peddling the ideas of his time in popular form.
On the much revered family of North American mythology - and a metaphor for the Ruling Alliance:_x000D_ _x000D_ Sacred family! .... The supposed home of all the virtues, where innocent children are tortured into their first falsehoods, where wills are broken by parental tyranny, and self-respect smothered by crowded, jostling egos.
Sydney in the 1960s wasn't the exuberant multicultural metropolis it is today. Out in the city's western reaches, days passed in a sun-struck stupor. In the evenings, families gathered on their verandas waiting for the 'southerly buster' - the thunderstorm that would break the heat and leave the air cool enough to allow sleep.
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you.
How well I know with what burning intensity you live. You have experienced many lives already, including several you have shared with me- full rich lives from birth to death, and you just have to have these rest periods in between.
Oh, how I regret not having worn a bikini for the entire year I was 26. If anyone young is reading this, go, right this minute, put on a bikini, and don't take it off until you're 34.
(existing's tricky:but to live's a gift)
In really bad times, the hungriest would gather at his door at nightfall, vying for the chance to earn a few coins to feed their families by selling their bodies. Had I been older when my father died, I might have been among them. Instead I learned to hunt.
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