We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds in the name of destiny and in the name of God.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on how people often use lofty concepts like destiny and God to rationalize their harmful actions and insatiable desires.
In this quote, Don Henley critiques the human tendency to pursue endless satisfaction of desires while justifying harmful actions through noble ideals such as destiny and divine will. This highlights a fundamental contradiction in human behavior, where intentions are masked by higher purposes, raising questions about morality and the genuine motivations behind our actions.
In practice
In a discussion about morality, this quote can be used to illustrate the dangers of justifying harmful actions.
No one in this country need go hungry, and alleviating the problem is primarily a matter of readjusting our priorities. In both the government and the private sector, self-interest has displaced the ideal of community that made this country great. The old world view of "us, we, our" has been replaced by "I, me, mine." The reasons for this are manifold and complex, but at the end of the day, we need to remember that, if one of us is suffering needlessly, all of us are diminished.
For every moment of joy Every hour of fear For every winding road that brought me here For every breath, for every day of living This is my Thanksgiving
We got the bubble headed bleached blonde comes on at five, She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam in her eye, It's interesting when people die give us dirty laundry...
What are these voices outside love's open door_x000D_ _x000D_ Make us throw off our contentment, and beg for something more?_x000D_ _x000D_ I'm learning to live without you now_x000D_ _x000D_ But I miss you sometimes_x000D_ _x000D_ The more I know, the less I understand_x000D_ _x000D_ All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning again
The act of vagabonding is not an isolated trend so much as it is a spectral connection between people long separated by place and time, but somehow speaking the same language.
A weed is a plant whose virtue is not yet known.
I kept finding the same anguish, the same doubt; a self-contempt that neither irony nor intellect seemed able to deflect. Even DuBois’s learning and Baldwin’s love and Langston’s humor eventually succumbed to its corrosive force, each man finally forced to doubt art’s redemptive power, each man finally forced to withdraw, one to Africa, one to Europe, one deeper into the bowels of Harlem, but all of them in the same weary flight, all of them exhausted, bitter men, the devil at their heels.
What we do during our working hours determines what we have; what we do in our leisure hours determines what we are.
Charity is that with which no man is lost, and without which no man is saved.
By philosophy the mind of man comes to itself, and from henceforth rests on itself without foreign aid, and is completely master of itself, as the dancer of his feet, or the boxer of his hands.
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