If you have the guts to be yourself, other people'll pay your price.
John UpdikeRead
We were all brought up to want things and maybe the world isn't big enough for all that wanting. I don't know. I don't know anything
Interpretation
The quote reflects on human desire and the limitations of the world in satisfying those desires.
John Updike's quote expresses a deep uncertainty about the nature of human desire and fulfillment. It suggests that while society conditions us to yearn for various desires, the reality is that the world may not have the capacity to meet those endless wants, leaving us in a state of doubt and confusion about our aspirations and existence.
In practice
A speaker at a philosophical seminar discussing the nature of human happiness and desires referencing this quote.
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.
[Praying] demands that you take to the road again and again, leaving your house and looking forward to a new land for yourself and your [fellow human]. This is why praying demands poverty, that is, the readiness to live a life in which you have nothing to lose so that you always begin afresh.
The idea of what the public will think prevents the public from ever thinking at all, and acts as a spell on the exercise of private judgment.
Sometimes the silence can be like thunder.
Not to find one's way in a city may well be uninteresting and banal. It requires ignorance - nothing more. But to lose oneself in a city - as one loses oneself in a forest - that calls for a quite different schooling. Then, signboard and street names, passers-by, roofs, kiosks, or bars must speak to the wanderer like a cracking twig under his feet in the forest.
And we must beg Homer and the other poets not to be angry if we strike out these and similar passages, not because they are unpoetical, or unattractive to the popular ear, but because the greater the poetical charm in them, the less are they meet for the ears of boys and men who are meant to be free, and who should fear slavery more than death.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
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