One can acquire everything in solitude except character.
StendhalRead
Life is too short, and the time we waste in yawning never can be regained.
Interpretation
Time is precious, and wasted time cannot be recovered.
This quote emphasizes the limited nature of our time on earth and the futility of engaging in activities that do not contribute to our personal growth or happiness. It serves as a reminder to value our moments and focus on pursuits that enrich our lives rather than those that drain our energy or attention.
In practice
During a motivational speech about making the most of your days.
One can acquire everything in solitude except character.
True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.
In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.
A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.
If you don't love me, it does not matter, anyway I can love for both of us.
Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.
The rest of my days I'm going to spend on the sea. And when I die, I'm going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? I shall die of eating an unwashed grape. One day out on the ocean I will die — with my hand in the hand of some nice-looking ship's doctor, a very young one with a small blond moustache and a big silver watch.
I've been fat since I was seven, and being fat sets you apart.
How many years have slipped through our hands? At least as many as the constellations we still can identify. The quarter moon, like a light skiff, floats out of the mist-remnants Of last night’s hard rain. It, too, will slip through our fingers with no ripple, without us in it.
Not caring for their lives' is it? Why, what in the world is there that we should care for if it's not our lives, the only gift the Lord never offers us a second time.
Dear, don't think of getting out of bed yet. I've always suspected that early rising in early life makes one nervous.
I was a child who went about in a world of colors... My friends, my companions, became women slowly; I became old in instants.
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