Blow the candle out, I don't need to see what my thoughts look like.
Emile ZolaRead
A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
Interpretation
This quote illustrates the fragility of human life and the consequences of neglect or loss.
Emile Zola's quote powerfully encapsulates the idea of human suffering and neglect. The imagery of a 'ruined man' falling 'like a ripe fruit' suggests that once a person reaches a state of despair or ruin, they become as discarded and forgotten as overripe produce. It emphasizes the vulnerability of life and the harsh realities that can lead to an individual's downfall.
In practice
In a speech about the importance of mental health during difficult times.
Blow the candle out, I don't need to see what my thoughts look like.
I believe that all is illusion and vanity outside the treasure of truths slowly accumulated, and which will never again be lost. I believe that the sum of these truths, always increasing, will at last confer on man incalculable power and peace, if not happiness. Yes, I believe in the final triumph of life.
Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they've been taught is wrong!
Did not one spend the first half of one's days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?
They dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of dense, acrid mist.
If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.
My goal now is to remember every place I've been, only do things I love, and not say yes when I don't mean it.
I am just sorry my own mother had to live under that regime for most of her life. I was lucky. I got out and, 14 years later, Czechoslovakia became a free country. So I feel anger, even fury, at this bloody system that ruined so many people's lives for no reason whatsoever.
Even though I'm seventeen, I guess I still thought this would always be true - that there would always be that lost-and-found, and not the lost-and-still-lost that I am now trapped inside.
the other guineahen died of a broken heart and we came to New York. I used to sit at a table,drawing wings with a pencil that kept breaking and i kept remembering how your mind looked when it slept for several years,to wake up asking why. So then you turned into a photograph of somebody whoβs trying not to laugh at somebody whoβs trying not to cry
Ten to 15 of my childhood friends from Minsk died of cancer. Chernobyl kills.
When you can actually go out and touch somebody's life and have an impact on them and help them for their future, there's nothing else like it.
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