After Momma gave birth to twelve of us kids, we put her up on a pedestal. It was mostly to keep Daddy away from her.
Dolly PartonRead
I'm almost like three people. There's me the, Dolly, the person. There's me, the star. And then there's me, the manager.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the complexity of identity and the different roles one plays in life.
In this quote, Dolly Parton articulates the multifaceted nature of her identity, highlighting how she navigates between being an individual, a public figure (the star), and a professional (the manager). This acknowledgment of her varied roles illustrates the complexity of self-perception and the different masks we wear depending on context, emphasizing that each role contributes to her overall identity.
In practice
In a speech about personal growth, one might say, 'As Dolly Parton once stated, I'm almost like three people, which reminds us of the different aspects of our identities.'
After Momma gave birth to twelve of us kids, we put her up on a pedestal. It was mostly to keep Daddy away from her.
My songs are the door to every dream I've ever had and every success I've ever achieved.
A real important thing is that, though I rely on my husband for love, I rely on myself for strength.
The hardest exercise for most of us fat people is that one where we push our chairback from the dinner table.
If your actions create a legacy that inspires others to dream more, learn more, do more and become more, then, you are an excellent leader.
Until I was a teenager, I used red pokeberries for lipstick and a burnt matchstick for eyeliner. I used honeysuckle for perfume.
Fear of the future is worse than one's present fortune.
You say, "Where goest Thou?" I cannot tell, And still go on. But if the way be straight I cannot go amiss: before me lies Dawn and the day: the night behind me: that Suffices me: I break the bounds: I see, And nothing more; believe and nothing less. My future is not one of my concerns.
2 p.m. beer nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the horses die and the landladies stare in the halls; brisk the music of pulled shades, a last man's cave in an eternity of swarm and explosion; nothing but the dripping sink, the empty bottle, euphoria, youth fenced in, stabbed and shaven, taught words propped up to die.
For a time, I believed not in God nor Santa Claus, but in mermaids. They seemed as logical and possible to me as the brittle twig of a seahorse in the zoo aquarium or the skates lugged up on the lines of cursing Sunday fishermen - skates the shape of old pillowslips with the full, coy lips of women.
And just as there are no crimes so detestable that they can prevent the gift of grace, so too there can be no works so eminent that they are owed in condign [deserved] judgment that which is given freely. Would it not be a debasement of redemption in Christ’s blood, and would not God’s mercy be made secondary to human works, if justification, which is through grace, were owed in view of preceding merits, so that it were not the gift of a Donor, but the wages of a laborer?
We are moving toward a dictatorship of relativism which does not recognize anything as for certain and which has as its highest goal one's own ego and one's own desires.
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