There sure are a lot of these 'instant' products on the market. Instant coffee, instant tea, instant pudding, instant cereal... instant dislike.
Charles M. SchulzRead
Those dreams I have at night are going to drive me crazy. Last night I dreamed that little red-haired girl and I were eating lunch together... But she's gone... She's moved away, and I don't know where she lives, and she doesn't know I even exist, and I'll never see her again... And... I wish men cried.
Interpretation
Dreams and memories can evoke deep emotions, reflecting longing and loss.
This quote captures the bittersweet nature of dreaming about someone who is no longer present in your life. It highlights feelings of longing, unfulfilled connections, and the emotional vulnerability that comes with such memories. The desire for emotional expression, in this case, the wish that men could openly cry, further underlines the pain of loss and the complexity of human emotions.
In practice
In a speech about the importance of processing grief and emotions.
There sure are a lot of these 'instant' products on the market. Instant coffee, instant tea, instant pudding, instant cereal... instant dislike.
Well, I know about loneliness. I won't talk about it, but I was very lonely after the war. I know what it feels like to spend a whole weekend all by yourself and no one wants you at all.
What's this? That little red-haired girl dropped her pencil... Gee... It's got teeth marks all over it... She nibbles her pencil... She's human!
Are you upset little friend? Have you been lying awake worrying? Well, don't worry...I'm here. The flood waters will recede, the famine will end, the sun will shine tomorrow, and I will always be here to take care of you.
Sometimes I lie awake at night thinking about all the dumb things I do every day... If I live to be eighty and I do ten dumb things each day... That would be about two hundred and ninety thousand dumb things... When you add up all the dumb things you do, it's best to use round figures.
Dear Sweetheart, Without you my days are endless. Days seem like weeks... Weeks feel like months... Months like years... Years like centuries... Centuries like... You get the idea.
Love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is only your aversion to it that hurts, nothing else.
When you're young, there's so much that you can't take in. It's pouring over you like a waterfall. When you're older, it's less intense, but you're able to reach out and drink it. I love being older.
You must grow in patience when you meet with great wrongs, and they will then be powerless to vex your mind.
PROVIDENTIAL, adj. Unexpectedly and conspicuously beneficial to the person so describing it.
You can accept or reject the way you are treated by other people, but until you heal the wounds of your past, you will continue to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex, but eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories, and make peace with them.
My chief study all my life has been to lighten misfortunes and multiply pleasures, as far as human nature can.
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