Clarice LispectorI ask myself: is every story that has ever been written in this world, a story of suffering and affliction?
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I ask myself: is every story that has ever been written in this world, a story of suffering and affliction? I ask myself this question because I am not sure if there is a meaning to life. It seems that people are always looking for an answer to life and the meaning of life. Many people go through their day hoping that they can find meaning to make their lives worth living. The power of this quote is the fact that the author of the quote is asking himself this question.
This tells me that he is able to look at his own life without having some sort of conclusion of what his life has been like. Great insight into the meaning of life.
Source: The Hour Of The Star
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