Birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn't we?
Rose KennedyRead
Life isn't a matter of milestones, but of moments.
Interpretation
Life is defined by the small, meaningful moments rather than just significant achievements.
This quote emphasizes that the true essence of life lies not in the grand milestones we often strive for, such as accomplishments or accolades, but rather in the everyday moments that bring us joy and fulfillment. It suggests that we should pay attention to and cherish these fleeting instances, as they contribute more significantly to our overall happiness and experience of life.
In practice
In a graduation speech to remind graduates to cherish their experiences.
Birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn't we?
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?
I would much rather be known as the mother of a great son than the author of a great book or the painter of a great masterpiece.
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?
I tell myself that God gave my children many gifts - spirit, beauty, intelligence, the capacity to make friends and to inspire respect. There was only one gift he held back - length of life.
Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.
If one is not happy, one has lost the very purpose of life.
Whether we're prepared or not, life has a habit of thrusting situations upon us.
We must respect the rights and properties of our fellowman. And then learn to play the game of life, as well as the game of athletics, according to the rules of society. If you can take that and put it into practice in the community in which you live, then, to me you have won the greatest championship.
She is a loner, too bright for the slutty girls and too savage for the bright girls, haunting the edges and corners of the school like a sullen disillusioned ghost
I look into mother's stomach, wonder if you are a boy or a girl_x000D_ _x000D_ Turnin' this woman's womb into a tomb_x000D_ _x000D_ But she and I agree, a seed we don't need_x000D_ _x000D_ You would've been much more than a mouth to feed_x000D_ _x000D_ But someone I would've fed this information I read_x000D_ _x000D_ To someone my life for you I would've had to leave_x000D_ _x000D_ Instead I led you to death.
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