Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.
Jean AnouilhRead
Have you noticed that life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively in newspapers?
Interpretation
Life's dramatic events often seem more like stories in the news rather than everyday realities.
Jean Anouilh's quote suggests that the extraordinary events of life, such as violence, disasters, and sudden fortunes, are often sensationalized in newspapers, making them feel distant and unreal. He implies that these events do not fully reflect the true essence of daily life, as they are more often retold as captivating narratives rather than lived experiences.
In practice
In a discussion about the impact of media on our perception of reality.
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.
It bothered me that whatever was waiting wasn't waiting for me
Life is very nice, but it lacks form. It's the aim of art to give it some.
The object of art is to give life shape.
Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.
Propaganda is a soft weapon; hold it in your hands too long, and it will move about like a snake, and strike the other way.
The life of the spirit is not our life, but the life of God within us.
Hypocrisy means deliberately pretending. None of us lives up to his ideals; none of us is all that he would like to be or all that he could be in Christ. But that is not hypocrisy. Falling short of our ideals is not hypocrisy. Pretending we have reached our ideals when we have not - that is hypocrisy.
Being taught to despise your body is being taught to perhaps admire someone else's body more than yours - being taught that your body is good for certain things and not for others.
If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that registered earthquakes ten thousand miles away.
When a man is proud because he can understand and explain the writings of Chrysippus, say to yourself, 'if Chrysippus had not written obscurely, this man would have had nothing to be proud of.'
In the following pages I offer nothing more than simple facts, plain arguments, and common sense; and have no other preliminaries to settle with the reader, than that he will divest himself of prejudice and repossession, and suffer his reason and feelings to determine for themselves; and that he will put on, or rather that he will not put off, the true character of man, and generously enlarge his view beyond the present day.
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