“The truth is that life is delicious, horrible, charming, frightful, sweet, bitter, and that is everything.” LifeLife IsLiteratureSweetTruth IsHorribleBitterBitternessCharmingDeliciousSweet LifeHorrible Life Author:Anatole France
“If you choose the liberty and pride and strength of the single soul, and the free fraternization of men, as the purpose which your life is to make manifest then do not sell it for tinsel. Think that your soul is strong and will hold its way; and slowly, through bitter struggle perhaps the strength will grow.” IfsThinkingMenWaySoulLife IsPurposeStrongGrowsLibertyStrugglePrideSellsBitterYour SoulManifestYou ChooseTinsel Book:Exquisite Rebel: The Essays of Voltairine de Cleyre -- Anarchist, Feminist, Genius Source: Exquisite Rebel: The Essays of Voltairine de Cleyre -- Anarchist, Feminist, Genius
“Dreams dawn and fly: friends smile and die, Like spring flowers. Our vaunted life is one long funeral. Men dig graves, with bitter tears, For their dead hopes; and all, Mazed with doubts, and sick with fears, Count the hours.” MenLifeLongDreamLife IsDiesHoursDoubtTearsFlowerSpringSickGravesBitterDawnFuneralSpring Flowers Book:Matthew Arnold Source: Matthew Arnold
“Preacher who says that the sweet life is made from bitter parts is more or less telling those who have come to mourn the teenage suicide that this is just one bitter ingredient in the sweet thing foreordained by the benevolent god. To which I want to shake my fist and say: There is not one sweet thing about it. It is only bitter.” WantMadeLife IsSweetSuicideBitterJust OneShakesIngredientsPreacherTeenageFistsMournBenevolentSweet LifeSweet Things Author:Kyle Minor
“Life is like invading Russia. A blitz start, massed shakos, plumes dancing like a flustered henhouse; a period of svelte progress recorded in ebullient despatches as the enemy falls back; then the beginning of a long, morale-sapping trudge with rations getting shorter and the first snowflakes upon your face. The enemy burns Moscow and you yield to General January, whose fingernails are very icicles. Bitter retreat. Harrying Cossacks. Eventually you fall beneath a boy-gunner's grapeshot while crossing some Polish river not even marked on your general's map.” FirstsLongFacesLife IsFallEnemyBoysProgressPeriodsRiversDancingRussiaBitterMapsYieldYour FaceRetreatPolishLife Is LikeCrossingsJanuaryFall BackMoraleMoscowSnowflakeFingernailsInvadingBlitzRationsIciclesGunnersCossacks Author:Julian Barnes