But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
Lord ByronRead
What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the complexities and mysteries of human nature, both in men and women.
Lord Byron's quote captures the enigmatic qualities of humanity, suggesting that both men and women possess strange and intricate characteristics that make them fascinating yet difficult to understand. It evokes a contemplation of the nature of existence and the duality of gender, emphasizing that human identity is layered with contradictions and peculiarities.
In practice
This quote could be used in a discussion about gender roles in literature.
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.
For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
Absence - that common cure of love.
Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
If your desires are not great, a little will seem much to you; for small appetite makes poverty equivalent to wealth.
Psychoanalysis has taught that the dead β a dead parent, for example β can be more alive for us, more powerful, more scary, than the living. It is the question of ghosts.
Actually, it's the other way round. In a poor country, the only consolation people can have is the one that comes from their beliefs.
Clever gimmicks of mass distraction yield a cheap soulcraft of addicted and self-medicated narcissists.
We combat obstacles in order to get repose, and when got, the repose is insupportable.
Ideal society is a drama enacted exclusively in the imagination.
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