Life was not a valuable gift, but death was. Life was a fever-dream made up of joys embittered by sorrows, pleasure poisoned by pain; a dream that was a nightmare-confusion of spasmodic and fleeting delights, ecstasies, exultations, happinesses, interspersed with long-drawn miseries, griefs, perils, horrors, disappointments, defeats,humiliations, and despairs--the heaviest curse devisable by divine ingenuity; but death was sweet, death was gentle, death was kind; death healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave them rest and forgetfulness; death was man's best friend; when man could endure life no longer, death came and set him free.
- Letters from the Earth (Mark Twain)
It is human life. We are blown upon the world; we float buoyantly upon the summer air a little while, complacently showing off our grace of form and our dainty iridescent colors; then we vanish with a little puff, leaving nothing behind but a memory--and sometimes not even that. I suppose that at those solemn times when we wake in the deeps of the night and reflect, there is not one of us who is not willing to confess that he is really only a soap-bubble, and as little worth the making.
- Mark Twain's Own Autobiography
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The credit for this goes to Mark Twain- so what credit should you get? Lots- for the fact you notices it and brought it to human notice. Thanks. We all know this, but still need to reflect and realize.
dont really consider myself to be a pessimist but I just love the first quote.. somehow can relate to it.. it may be depressive but its so true.. would like to use it in a posting sometime hope you don't mind. tks for sharing this.
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I desire no credit, my intention is veyr pure - "share" and will remain. Thanx for reading - "keep sharing"
misreflection,
I am glad you realized the potential of thsi quote, feel free to use any of the content on this blog anywhere you like - The only intention. Keep coming for more...
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