A strong hatred is the best lamp to bear in our hands as we go over the dark places of life, cutting away the dead things men tell us to revere.
Rebecca WestRead
Life ought to be a struggle of desire toward adventures whose nobility will fertilize the soul.
Interpretation
Life should be about pursuing noble adventures that enrich our inner selves.
Rebecca West suggests that life's purpose lies in the quest for meaningful experiences and adventures that elevate our spirit and growth. This struggle driven by desire fosters personal enrichment, indicating that worthwhile pursuits can lead to a more fulfilling existence.
In practice
In a motivational speech about following one's dreams.
A strong hatred is the best lamp to bear in our hands as we go over the dark places of life, cutting away the dead things men tell us to revere.
works of art feel towards human beings exactly as we do towards ghosts. The transparency of spectres, the diffuseness in space which lets them drift through doors and walls, and their smell of death, disgust us not more than we disgust works of art by our meaninglessness, our diffuseness in time which lets us drift through three score years and ten without a quarter as much significance as a picture establishes instantaneously.
I wonder if we are all wrong about each other, if we are just composing unwritten novels about the people we meet?
All good biography, as all good fiction, comes down to the study of original sin, of our inherent disposition to choose death when we ought to choose life.
It's my profession to bring people from various outlying districts of the mind to the normal. There seems to be a general feeling it's the place where they ought to be. Sometimes I don't see the urgency myself.
God forbid that any book should be banned. The practice is as indefensible as infanticide.
Daybreak is a never-ending glory; getting out of bed is a never ending nuisance.
Exhaustion pays no mind to age or beauty. Like rain and earthquakes and hail and floods.
I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass. I crave to be rid of them.
It is true that I have had heartache and tragedy in my life. These are things none of us avoids. Suffering is the price of being alive.
I don't want to die an old lady.
I've never had a particular skill. I can't cook, dance, play an instrument, speak a foreign language. This used to worry me. I'd think, when I'm grown up, at 18, then I made it 21, it will be clear what role I should have in life. It never happened. I never signed on the dotted line as the sort of adult my father wanted.
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