I didn't want to be a boy, ever, but I was outraged that his height and intelligence were graces for him and gaucheries for me.
Jane RuleRead
It's not the length but the quality of life that matters to me. It has always been important to me to write one sentence at a time, to live every day as if it were my last and judge it in those terms, often badly, not because it lacked grand gesture or grand passion but because it failed in the daily virtues of self-discipline, kindness, and laughter. It is love, very ordinary, human love, and not fear, which is the good teacher and the wisest judge.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Quality of life is more important than its length, focusing on daily virtues and the importance of love.
In this quote, Jane Rule emphasizes that the quality of one's life, characterized by daily virtues such as self-discipline, kindness, and laughter, holds greater significance than simply living a long life. She suggests that it is love, rather than fear, that guides us and helps us evaluate our lives positively, encouraging a mindful and compassionate approach to everyday living.
Themes
QualityLifeLoveVirtuesWisdom
In practice
Example use cases
In a motivational speech about living a fulfilling life, this quote could be used to inspire the audience to focus on daily virtues.
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