When I was modelling, I spent half my life staring at thousands of perfect reflections. It got to a stage where I was losing all sense of reality - so after I quit modelling, I took all the mirrors out of my house.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the impact of external perceptions and the search for self-identity beyond appearances.
Grace Jones expresses how her experience as a model, surrounded by flawless images of beauty, distorted her perception of reality. She emphasizes the importance of disconnecting from superficial reflections to reclaim a sense of true identity and reality, suggesting that constant exposure to idealized appearances can lead to a loss of self and authenticity.
In practice
In a speech about self-acceptance, one might reference this quote to illustrate the dangers of comparison to unrealistic beauty standards.
What must strike any intelligent witch or wizard on studying the so-called history of the Elder Wand is that every man who claims to have owned it has insisted that it is "unbeatable," when the known facts of its passage through many owners' hands demonstrate that has it not only been beaten hundreds of times, but that it also attracts trouble as Grumble the Grubby Goat attracted flies.
No one really knows why they are alive until they know what they'd die for.
For many people, Timbuktu has long represented the essence of remoteness: a mythical, faraway place located on the boundaries of our collective consciousness. But like many of the myths associated with colonialism, the reality is very different.
According to the Stoics, all vice was resolvable into folly: according to the Christian principle, it is all the effect of weakness.
Heaven doesn't make this life less important; it makes it more important.
The man smiled at him a sly smile. As if they knew a secret between them, these two. Something of age and youth and their claims and the justice of those claims. And of their claims upon them. The world past, the world to come. Their common transciencies. Above all a knowing deep in the bone that beauty and loss are one.
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