It's important to underscore this overriding fact: women are not just victims of conflict-they are agents of peace and agents of change.
Hillary ClintonRead
When does life start? When does it end? Who makes these decisions?... Every day, in hospitals and homes and hospices... people are struggling with those profound issues.
Interpretation
Life is marked by profound questions about its beginning and end, which are often decided by circumstances and the struggles of individuals.
This quote by Hillary Clinton reflects on the existential questions surrounding the nature of life, emphasizing that the start and end of life are not strictly defined events but rather subjective experiences shaped by various conditions. It acknowledges the emotional and philosophical struggles that individuals face in hospitals, homes, and hospices, where the complexities of birth, death, and the quality of life are deeply contemplated.
In practice
In a discussion about the ethical dilemmas faced in end-of-life care.
It's important to underscore this overriding fact: women are not just victims of conflict-they are agents of peace and agents of change.
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The birds sang, the proles sang. the Party did not sing. All round the world, in London and New York, in Africa and Brazil, and in the mysterious, forbidden lands beyond the frontiers, in the streets of Paris and Berlin, in the villages of the endless Russian plain, in the bazaars of China and Japan β everywhere stood the same solid unconquerable figure, made monstrous by work and childbearing, toiling from birth to death and still singing.
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They're always looking forward to going places they're just coming back from, or regretting doing things they haven't yet done. They say hello when they mean goodbye.
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