Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
Oscar WildeRead
We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.
Interpretation
We create our own struggles and challenges through our choices and actions.
This quote by Oscar Wilde suggests that the difficulties and suffering we experience in life are often a result of our own decisions and inner turmoil. Rather than blaming external factors or others for our circumstances, Wilde emphasizes that we hold the power to shape our realities and can either elevate ourselves or create our own suffering through negative thoughts and behaviors.
In practice
During a motivational speech about overcoming personal challenges.
Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
London is too full of fogs and serious people. Whether the fogs produce the serious people, or whether the serious people produce the fogs, I don't know.
When one has never heard a man's name in the course of one's life, it speaks volumes for him; he must be quite respectable.
Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.
A truth ceases to be true when more than one person believes in it.
His morality is all sympathy, just what morality should be
Mr. Avery said it was written on the Rosetta Stone that when children disobeyed their parents, smoked cigarettes and made war on each other, the seasons would change: Jem and I were burdened with the guilt of contributing to the aberrations of nature, thereby causing unhappiness to our neighbors and discomfort to ourselves.
No social stability without individual stability.
The only feeling that anyone can have about an event he does not experience is the feeling aroused by his mental image of that event ... For it is clear enough that under certain conditions men respond as powerfully to fictions as they do to realities.
Why should we tolerate a diet of weak poisons, a home in insipid surroundings, a circle of acquaintances who are not quite our enemies, the noise of motors with just enough relief to prevent insanity? Who would want to live in a world which is just not quite fatal?
If what I say resonates with you, it's merely because we're branches of the same tree.
When I die I won't go to heaven or hell; there will just be nothingness.
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