The common idea that success spoils people by making them vain, egotistic and self-complacent is erroneous; on the contrary it makes them, for the most part, humble, tolerant and kind.
W. Somerset MaughamRead
When you're eighteen your emotions are violent, but they're not durable.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the intensity and fleeting nature of emotions experienced at the age of eighteen.
W. Somerset Maugham observes that the emotions of an eighteen-year-old are often intense and passionate, yet these feelings are not long-lasting. This suggests that youthful exuberance can lead to overwhelming emotional experiences, but with time, those feelings may dissipate, highlighting the transient nature of youthful passion and the maturation process that comes with age.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech about the emotional development of teenagers.
The common idea that success spoils people by making them vain, egotistic and self-complacent is erroneous; on the contrary it makes them, for the most part, humble, tolerant and kind.
Cronshaw stopped for a moment to drink. He had pondered for twenty years the problem whether he loved liquor because it made him talk or whether he loved conversation because it made him thirsty.
Are you sure you can prevent yourself from falling in love one of these days? Such things do happen, you know, even to the most prudent men.' Simon gave him a strange, one might even have thought a hostile, look. I should tear it out of my heart as I'd wrench out of my mouth a rotten tooth.
I don't think of the past. The only thing that matters is the everlasting present.
The world is quickly bored by the recital of misfortune, and willing avoids the sight of distress.
There in the mist, enormous, majestic, silent and terrible, stood the Great Wall of China. Solitarily, with the indifference of nature herself, it crept up the mountain side and slipped down to the depth of the valley.
I'm not okay, you're not okay, and that's okay.
Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.
My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone!
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
I once cried because I had no shoes to play soccer, but one day, I met a man who had no feet.
When I was young, poverty was so common that we didn't know it had a name.
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