Every island to a child is a treasure island.
It was reasonable to struggle, to suffer, perhaps even to die, for a more just, a more compassionate society, but not in a world with no future where, all to soon, the very words "justice," "compassion," "society," "struggle," "evil," would be unheard echoes on an empty air.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote underscores the importance of fighting for justice in a society that has a future, emphasizing that suffering is worthwhile only if it leads to positive change.
P. D. James reflects on the moral imperative to strive for a just and compassionate society, suggesting that while struggle and sacrifice are often necessary, they lose their value in a world that lacks hope for a better future. The quote serves as a warning against despair, illustrating that the concepts of justice and compassion are meaningless in a void, where they are no longer recognized or valued.
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Example use cases
In a speech advocating for social change, this quote can motivate individuals to take action for a better future.
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