What of it? If I die, I die. It will be no great loss to the world, and I am thoroughly bored with life. I am like a man yawning at a ball; the only reason he does not go home to bed is that his carriage has not arrived yet.
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I was modest--they accused me of being crafty: I became secretive. I felt deeply good and evil--nobody caressed me, everybody offended me: I became rancorous. I was gloomy--other children were merry and talkative. I felt myself superior to them--but was considered inferior: I became envious. I was ready to love the whole world--none understood me: and I learned to hate.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects the transformation of a person's feelings and behavior in response to the perceptions and reactions of others.
Mikhail Lermontov's quote expresses the inner turmoil of an individual who feels misunderstood and marginalized. Initially modest, the speaker is accused of being deceitful, leading to secrecy. Experiences of good and evil, alongside feelings of superiority and inferiority, breed negativity, such as envy and hatred, stemming from a lack of connection and affection from others. It reveals how external judgments can warp one's internal landscape, transforming noble intentions into bitterness.
Themes
EmotionsMisunderstandingSocietyTransformationBitterness
In practice
Example use cases
In a discussion about emotional struggles, one might quote this to illustrate how societal perceptions can shape personal identity.
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