Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.
Benjamin DisraeliRead
Life is too short to be little. Man is never so manly as when he feels deeply, acts boldly, and expresses himself with frankness and with fervor.
Interpretation
Life is brief, and one should strive to embrace their full potential and express their true self authentically and passionately.
This quote emphasizes the importance of living a fulfilling life by encouraging individuals to not limit themselves to lesser aspirations. It suggests that true manliness and strength are shown when one is deeply moved, takes decisive action, and communicates openly and passionately, highlighting the value of authenticity and fervor in one's endeavors.
In practice
This quote could be used in a motivational speech to inspire people to pursue their passions.
Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.
Grief is the agony of an instant. The indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.
Action may not always bring happiness; but there is no happiness without action.
Yes, I am a Jew and when the ancestors of the right honorable gentleman were brutal savages in an unknown island, mine were priests in the temple of Solomon.
The practice of politics in the East may be defined by one word: dissimulation.
I come home that morning, after I been fired, and stood outside my house with my new work shoes on. The shoes my mama paid a month's worth a light bill for. I guess that's when I understood what shame was and the color of it too. Shame ain't black, like dirt, like I always thought it was. Shame be the color of a new white uniform your mother ironed all night to pay for, white without a smudge or a speck a work-dirt on it.
And that's a life, isn't it? Some achievements and some disappointments. It's been interesting to me, though I wouldn't complain or be amazed if others found it less so. Maybe, in a way, Adrian knew what he was doing. Not that I would have missed my own life for anything, you understand. [pp.60-61]
When you're 40, you can't ride the fence anymore. You gotta make definite decisions about your life.
It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.
Life is fragile, like the dew hanging delicately on the grass, crystal drops that will be carried away on the first morning breeze.
She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst⦠Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.
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