Few things in life are more embarrassing than the necessity of having to inform an old friend that you have just got engaged to his fiancee.
W. C. FieldsRead
I was married once--in San Francisco. I haven't seen her for many years. The great earthquake and fire in 1906 destroyed the marriage certificate. There's no legal proof. Which proves that earthquakes aren't all bad.
Interpretation
This quote humorously suggests that natural disasters can have unexpected benefits.
W. C. Fields uses a light-hearted approach to reflect on his past marriage, implying that the destruction of his marriage certificate in the San Francisco earthquake could be seen as a positive outcome. This statement combines humor with a commentary on the impermanence of relationships and offers an ironic perspective on how adversity can sometimes bring unforeseen advantages.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech about resilience and finding humor in difficult situations.
Few things in life are more embarrassing than the necessity of having to inform an old friend that you have just got engaged to his fiancee.
Drown in a cold vat of whiskey? Death, where is thy sting?
If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bull.
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I never vote for anyone. I always vote against.
Now don't say you can't swear off drinking; it's easy. I've done it a thousand times.
I've got the brain of a four year old. I'll bet he was glad to be rid of it.
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I want everyone out there in TV land to touch the TV. Touch the back of the TV and get a shock for Jesus.
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The party and the Krikkit warship looked, in their writhings, a little like two ducks, one of which is trying to make a third duck inside the second duck, whilst the second duck is trying very hard to explain that it doesn't feel ready for a third duck right now, is uncertain that it would want any putative third duck anyway, and certainly not whilst it, the second duck, was busy flying.
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