Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.
Benjamin DisraeliRead
Youth is a blunder; Manhood a struggle, Old Age a regret.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the stages of life and the challenges faced at each stage.
Benjamin Disraeli's quote highlights the inherent struggles and regrets that accompany the transition through different life stages. Youth is often characterized by errors and impulsiveness, manhood is depicted as a time of hard work and struggle, while old age is often a time of reflection, filled with regrets about the past. This progression suggests that each phase of life brings its own unique challenges and reflections.
In practice
In a graduation speech emphasizing the lessons learned over the years.
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.
It's much easier for me to make major life, multi-million dollar decisions, than it is to decide on a carpet for my front porch. That's the truth.
Going to trial with a lawyer who considers your whole life-style a Crime in Progress is not a happy prospect.
I felt like a rich vagabond who had passed through the world paving my way with gold fairy dust, then realizing too late that the path disintegrated as soon as I passed over it.
I am grown by sympathy a little eager and sentimental, but leave me alone, and I should relish every hour and what it brought me, the pot-luck of the day, as heartily as the oldest gossip in the bar-room.
You're getting to be a big boy,' I said desperately, 'it's time you started thinking about your future.' 'I'm thinking about my future,' said Sonny, grimly. 'I think about it all the time.
I suppose life is a little like that, isn't it, a message in a bottle pitched out to sea, to be carried by the winds and the tides, washing up on the beaches we could never imagine.
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