We're our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.
When life demands more of people than they demand of life - as is ordinarily the case - what results is a resentment of life almost as deep-seated as the fear of death
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The quote suggests that when people have higher expectations of life than life has of them, it leads to a deep resentment towards life itself.
Tom Robbins highlights a human paradox where individuals often feel that life is demanding more from them than they are willing or able to give. This disproportionate expectation can lead to feelings of resentment and dissatisfaction, creating a cycle of anxiety and frustration that is as profound as the anxiety surrounding mortality. Essentially, when people perceive life as excessively demanding without reciprocation, it affects their overall happiness and fulfillment.
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This quote could be used in a motivational speech to encourage resilience in the face of life's challenges.
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The unhappy person resents it when you try to cheer him up, because that means he has to stop dwelling on himself and start paying attention to the universe. Unhappiness is the ultimate form of self-indulgence. When you're unhappy, you get to pay a lot of attention to yourself. You get to take yourself oh so very seriously.
I'm an outlaw, not a philosopher, but I know this much: there's meaning in everything, all things are connected, and a good champagne is a drink.' Bernard began to sing again. Timidly, Leigh-Cheri joined in. Between verses, they opened another bottle. The popping of its cork echoed throughout the great stone chamber. Of the three billion people on earth, only Bernard and Leigh-Cheri heard the popping of the cork and its echoes. Only Bernard and Leigh-Cheri passed out under the tablecloth.
The Divine was beyond description, beyond knowing, beyond comprehension. To say that the Divine was Creation divided by Destruction was as close as one could come to definition. But the puny of soul, the dull of wit, weren't content with that. They wanted to hang a face on the Divine. They went so far as to attribute petty human emotions - anger, jealousy, etc - to it, not stopping to realize that if God were a being, even a supreme being, our prayers would have bored him to death long ago.
On their sofas of spice and feathers, the concubines also slept fretfully. In those days the Earth was still flat, and people dreamed often of falling over edges.
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