Yet, he thought, if I can die saying, "Life is so beautiful," then nothing else is important. If i can believe in myself that much, nothing else matters.
Mario PuzoRead
He was a degenerate gambler. That is, a man who gambled simply to gamble and must lose. As a hero who goes to war must die. Show me a gambler and I'll show you a loser, show me a hero and I'll show you a corpse.
Interpretation
The quote explores the inevitability of loss in both gambling and heroism, suggesting a deeper commentary on human pursuits.
Mario Puzo's quote compares degeneracy in gambling to the tragic fate of heroes in war, emphasizing that both pursuits can lead to inevitable loss. It reflects on the futility of seeking thrill and glory, highlighting that those who gamble or engage in heroism may ultimately face grave consequences, urging a reflection on the nature of risk and the human condition.
In practice
This quote could be used in a discussion about the risks of addiction during a talk on mental health.
Yet, he thought, if I can die saying, "Life is so beautiful," then nothing else is important. If i can believe in myself that much, nothing else matters.
I don't trust society to protect us, I have no intention of placing my fate in the hands of men whose only qualification is that they managed to con a block of people to vote for them.
He had long ago learned that society imposes insults that must be borne, comforted by the knowledge that in this world there comes a time when the most humble of men, if he keeps his eyes open, can take his revenge on the most powerful.
Actions defined a man; words were a fart in the wind
A lawyer with his briefcase can steal more than a hundred men with guns.
I'll make him an offer he can't refuse.
In my own life I know that my state of cheerfulness is a reliable gauge of my level of spiritual enlightenment at that moment. The more cheerful, happy, contented, and satisfied I am feeling, the more aware I am of my deep connection to Spirit.
They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world: where then could we look for reassurerance of our identities? I tell you, my dear, Narcissus was so egotist...he was merely another of us who, in our unshatterable isolation, recognized, on seeing his reflection, the beautiful comrade, the only inseparatable love...poor Narcissus, possibly the only human who was ever honest on this point.
As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.
Security is when everything is settled, when nothing can happen to you; security is the denial of life.
Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.
I'm too busy acting like I'm not Naive. I've seen it all, I was here first.
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