Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.
Benjamin DisraeliRead
Read no history: nothing but biography, for that is life without theory.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the importance of personal stories over abstract theories in understanding life.
Benjamin Disraeli suggests that to truly understand life, one should focus on biographies rather than mere historical accounts. He implies that biographies present the lived experiences and personal narratives that make life relatable and meaningful, as opposed to theoretical frameworks that may lack a connection to individual experiences.
In practice
In a discussion about the importance of understanding human experiences, this quote can highlight the value of personal narratives.
Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.
Grief is the agony of an instant. The indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.
Action may not always bring happiness; but there is no happiness without action.
Yes, I am a Jew and when the ancestors of the right honorable gentleman were brutal savages in an unknown island, mine were priests in the temple of Solomon.
The practice of politics in the East may be defined by one word: dissimulation.
The human heart is the first home of democracy. It is where we embrace our questions: Can we be equitable? Can we be generous? Can we listen with our whole beings, not just our minds, and offer our attention rather than our opinion? And do we have enough resolve in our hearts to act courageously, relentlessly, without giving up, trusting our fellow citizens to join us in our determined pursuit-a living democracy?
They're animals, all right. But why are you so goddam sure that makes us human beings?
A God made by man undoubtedly has need of man to make himself known to man.
may I be I is the only prayer--not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong.
I drink for the thirst to come.
But it does make me sad that we've forgotten our names. Out of everything, this seems to me the most tragic. I miss my own and I mourn for everyone else's, because I'd like to love them, but I don't know who they are.
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