It is ferocious, life, but it must eat .. .

Lucia Perillo
It is ferocious, life, but it must eat .. .
It is ferocious, life, but it must eat .. .
It is ferocious, life, but it must eat .. .
It is ferocious, life, but it must eat .. .
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The quote, "It is ferocious, life, but it must eat. . . ", comes from the work of the 17th century French poet and playwright Jean de la Fontaine (1621-1695).

In this instance, La Fontaine is talking about the necessity of having to eventually find a job or career. He seems to say that things like love and happiness and even money and success need to be earned and earned by hard work. It’s not all handed out on a silver platter.

Source: Luck Is Luck: Poems

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