But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
Lord ByronRead
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the nature of death and sleep, suggesting that both provoke similar emotions despite being a natural part of life.
Lord Byronβs quote draws a parallel between the inevitability of death and the daily occurrence of sleep. It suggests that while death is often met with sadness and grief, it is a state not unlike sleep, where a significant portion of life is spent in the unconscious state. This prompts a contemplation of life and death, encouraging a deeper understanding of our existence and what it means to truly live.
In practice
In a discussion about the meaning of life and mortality.
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.
For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
Absence - that common cure of love.
Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
Before impugning an opponent's motives, even when they legitimately may be impugned, answer his arguments.
A person is an individual substance of a rational nature.
We have long become overgrown with calluses; we no longer hear people being killed. ("X")
What most needs explanation is not why some people are criminals, but why most people are not.
I started off believing all men were equal. I now know that's the most unlikely thing ever to have been, because millions of years have passed over evolution, people have scattered across the face of this earth, been isolated from each other, developed independently, had different intermixtures between races, peoples, climates, soils... I didn't start off with that knowledge. But by observation, reading, watching, arguing, asking, that is the conclusion I've come to.
I've never been interested enough to have a career trajectory. I've never had any ambition or thought of what I should be doing or had any idea of what I'd like to do. Never. And still don't. And if something comes along, I say 'Fine.'
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