Life is to be lived, not controlled, and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.
Ralph EllisonRead
And the mind that has conceived a plan of living must never lose sight of the chaos against which that pattern was conceived. That goes for societies as well as for individuals.
Interpretation
A plan for life must acknowledge the inherent chaos around us.
Ralph Ellison’s quote expresses the idea that any structured approach to living, whether for individuals or societies, must consider the unpredictability and disorder of the world. It suggests that the plans we make are developed in response to, and in contrast with, the chaos of life, which is an essential aspect that must not be ignored for effective living and understanding.
In practice
In a motivational speech about resilience, this quote can be used to highlight the importance of embracing chaos.
Life is to be lived, not controlled, and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.
I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.
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Our society finds truth too strong a medicine to digest undiluted. In its purest form, truth is not a polite tap on the shoulder; it is a howling reproach.
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Far too often, when we think we are frightened by mystery, the fact is that we are haunted by history.
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Every man is a missionary, now and forever, for good or for evil, whether he intends or designs it or not. He may be a blot radiating his dark influence outward to the very circumference of society, or he may be a blessing spreading benediction over the length and breadth of the world. But a blank he cannot be: there are no moral blanks; there are no neutral characters.
I have always had trouble recognizing myself in the features of the intellectual playing his political role according to the screenplay that you are familiar with and whose heritage deserves to be questioned.
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