If you live long enough, you'll see that every victory turns into a defeat.
Simone De BeauvoirRead
My life was hurrying, racing tragically toward its end. And yet at the same time it was dripping so slowly, so very slowly now, hour by hour, minute by minute. One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the contrasting experiences of life speeding toward its end while moments stretch out painfully slow.
Simone De Beauvoir's quote explores the duality of time in life; while we perceive time as racing towards an inevitable conclusion, we simultaneously endure the slow passage of painful moments. The metaphor of waiting for the sugar to melt symbolizes the gradual healing of emotional wounds, suggesting that life's struggles are often prolonged but eventually subside, leading to healing and clarity over time.
In practice
This quote would be powerful in a eulogy to reflect on the complexity of life and death.
If you live long enough, you'll see that every victory turns into a defeat.
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No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
Fling me across the fabric of time and the seas of space. Make me nothing and from nothing-everything.
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