You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
David Foster WallaceRead
American experience seems to suggest that people are virtually unlimited in their need to give themselves away, on various levels. Some just prefer to do it in secret.
Interpretation
People have a deep desire to contribute and share, often in ways that are not publicly recognized.
David Foster Wallace's quote explores the inherent human need to give and connect with others. It suggests that, while some people may choose to express their generosity and kindness in public, many others do so quietly, highlighting the richness of human experience and the various ways individuals find fulfillment in selflessness.
In practice
A keynote speaker might use this quote to emphasize the importance of community service during a charity event.
You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
Everything in my own immediate experience supports my deep belief that I am the absolute center of the universe, the realest, most vivid and important person in existence.
It seems important to find ways of reminding ourselves that most 'familiarity' is meditated and delusive.
Under fun's new administration, writing fiction becomes a way to go deep inside yourself and illuminate precisely the stuff you don't want to see or let anyone else see, and this stuff usually turns out (paradoxically) to be precisely the stuff all writers and readers share and respond to, feel.
Acceptance is usually more a matter of fatigue than anything else.
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Money has transformed every watchdog, every independent authority. Medical doctors are increasingly gulled by the lobbying of pharmaceutical salesmen.
If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.
What would you like to do if money were no object? How would you really enjoy spending your life?
When I was a boy, the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land; they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them?
I'd finally come to understand what it had been: a yearning for a way out, when actually what I had wanted to find was a way in.
I wish to say what I think and feel today, with the proviso that tomorrow perhaps I shall contradict it all.
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