If you have the guts to be yourself, other people'll pay your price.
John UpdikeRead
Belief, like love, must be voluntary.
Interpretation
Belief should be given freely, just like love; it cannot be forced.
John Updike emphasizes the importance of voluntary consent in both belief and love. He suggests that genuine belief, akin to authentic love, cannot be coerced or compelled; it must arise freely from the individual for it to be true and meaningful.
In practice
In a discussion about relationships, one might say, 'Belief, like love, must be voluntary' to emphasize personal autonomy.
If you have the guts to be yourself, other people'll pay your price.
Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that's the stuff life is made of. _x000D_ _x000D_ Suspect each moment, for it is a thief, tiptoeing away with more than it brings.
Museums and bookstores should feel, I think, like vacant lots - places where the demands on us are our own demands, where the spirit can find exercise in unsupervised play.
But it is just two lovers, holding hands and in a hurry to reach their car, their locked hands a starfish leaping through the dark.
The reader knows the writer better than he knows himself; but the writer's physical presence is light from a star that has moved on.
To guarantee the individual maximum freedom within a social frame of minimal laws ensures - if not happiness - its hopeful pursuit.
You know, something happened to me when I became 70. I started to feel a tremendous love for the human race, and life and this planet, the universe, the whole shebang.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.
I don't hate you, I love you, you're part of myself, you're my heart and when you go it's my heart torn out and carried away--
I think the whole world is dying to hear someone say, 'I love you.' I think that if I can leave the legacy of love and passion in the world, then I think I've done my job in a world that's getting colder and colder by the day.
The key to beauty is always to be looking at someone who loves you, really.
During the night, while Bull and Lucy slept, Edward, with ever-open eyes, stared up at the constellations. He said their names, and then he said the names of the people who loved him. He started with Abilene, and then went on to Nellie and Lawrence and from there to Bull and Lucy, and then he ended again with Abilene: Abilene, Nellie, Lawrence, Bull, Lucy, Abilene. See? Edward told Pellegrina. I am not like the princess. I know about love.
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