Quote by Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.


One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that t

Summary

This quote emphasizes a profound lesson learned in prison: the acceptance of reality as it is, without harboring unrealistic expectations or attempting to change it. It reflects the idea that in such a confined and restrictive environment, individuals grasp the futility of resisting or yearning for something different. Accepting things as they are and recognizing that they will unfold as predetermined is an important realization gained through incarceration. This perception invites a sense of inner peace and adaptability to the circumstances that inmates might encounter during their sentence.

By Oscar Wilde, De Profundis
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