The most important lesson in the writing trade is that any manuscript is improved if you cut away the fat.
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The saddest thing about ephemerals was that their little lives rarely held time enough for love.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Ephemeral beings have fleeting lives that prevent them from experiencing lasting love.
This quote reflects on the transient nature of existence, suggesting that for beings whose lives are brief, such as mayflies or certain moments in life, there is scarcely enough time to encounter and cultivate deep connections or love. It evokes a sense of melancholy regarding the brevity of life and the opportunities for emotional fulfillment that often slip away.
Themes
EphemeralLoveLifeTransienceMelancholy
In practice
Example use cases
In a speech about the importance of appreciating relationships, one might say, 'As Robert A. Heinlein wisely noted, the saddest thing about ephemerals was that their little lives rarely held time enough for love.'
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