You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
David Foster WallaceRead
What passes for hip cynical transcendence of sentiment is really some kind of fear of being really human, since to be really human [...] is probably to be unavoidably sentimental and naïve and goo-prone and generally pathetic.
Interpretation
This quote critiques the superficial avoidance of genuine human emotions and connections, suggesting that authenticity involves embracing sentimentality.
David Foster Wallace argues that in an effort to appear 'cool' or detached, many people adopt a cynical attitude that actually stems from a fear of vulnerability and genuine humanity. He suggests that true human connection requires us to accept our sentimental side, acknowledging that being emotionally open and even 'naïve' is a fundamental part of the human experience, despite the messiness it entails.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about the impact of social media on human emotions.
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.
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Acceptance is usually more a matter of fatigue than anything else.
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You can safely assume that you've created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.
It was among farmers and potato diggers and old men in workhouses and beggars at my own door that I found what was beyond these and yet farther beyond that drawingroom poet of my childhood in the expression of love, and grief, and the pain of parting, that are the disclosure of the individual soul.
Men rarely if ever dream up a god superior to themselves. Most gods have the manners and morals of a spoiled child.
The spectacle is at the same time the mirage of self in the mirror of things.
Even voting for the right is doing nothing for it. It is only expressing to men feebly your desire that it should prevail. A wise man will not leave the right to the mercy of chance, nor wish it to prevail through the power of the majority. There is but little virtue in the action of masses of men.
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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