There's life for you. Spend the best years of your life studying penmanship and rhetoric and syntax and Beowulf and George Eliot, and then somebody steals your pencil.
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If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide, If cool my heart and high my head I think 'How lucky are the dead.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the contrasts between despair and contentment in the face of mortality.
Dorothy Parker's quote captures the complex emotions surrounding life and death. It expresses a sense of turmoil and pride when dealing with painful feelings, while also presenting a romanticized sorrowful contemplation of death, suggesting that those who have passed might be at peace compared to the struggles of the living. The juxtaposition of suffering and the serene acceptance of death denotes a profound philosophical inquiry into existence and the human psyche.
Themes
LifeDeathDespairMortalitySuffering
In practice
Example use cases
In a discussion about mental health awareness at a community event.
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