Time is so old and love so brief, love is pure gold and time a thief. We're late, darling, we're late, The curtain descends, everything ends, too soon, too soon.
People who have what they want are very fond of telling people who haven't what they want that they don't want it.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote highlights the ironic tendency of those who have attained their desires to dismiss the aspirations of others.
Ogden Nash's quote reflects the condescending attitude often exhibited by individuals who have achieved their goals towards those who are still striving for their own. It suggests that people may downplay the hopes and dreams of others simply because they themselves have succeeded, implying that those who have not yet achieved their desires simply do not want them enough. This serves as a critique of the lack of empathy among the successful towards those who are still navigating their paths.
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In practice
Example use cases
In a motivational speech about chasing dreams, this quote can remind the audience to be understanding and supportive of others' journeys.
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