Sober up, and you see and hear everything you'd been able to avoid hearing before.
Sammy Davis, Jr.Read
May was young and beautiful, we were legally married, but she was caught in the prison of my skin.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the constraints and struggles within a relationship affected by personal issues.
Sammy Davis Jr. expresses a poignant truth about the complexities of love and relationships, where even legal union and beauty are not enough to transcend personal limitations. The phrase highlights the feeling of being trapped by one's own insecurities or flaws, which can hinder the connection between partners.
In practice
In a wedding speech discussing the complexities of love.
Sober up, and you see and hear everything you'd been able to avoid hearing before.
I'd learned a lot in the Army. I knew that above all things in the world I had to become so big, so strong that people and their hatred could never touch me.
Reality is never as bad as a nightmare, as the mental tortures we inflict on ourselves.
What have I got? No looks, no money, no education. Just talent.
The success of the Rat Pack or the Clan was due to the camaraderie, the three guys who work together and kid each other and love each other.
I have a respect for Elvis and my friendship. It ain't my business what he did in private. The only thing I want to know is, 'Was he my friend?', 'Did I enjoy him as a performer?', 'Did he give the world of entertainment something?' - and the answer is YES on all accounts. The other jazz just don't matter.
Every hour that passed added to her grief, because it bore her further away from the living man, and because it was a tiny foretaste of the eternity she would have to spend without him.
While the spirit of neighborliness was important on the frontier because neighbors were so few, it is even more important now because our neighbors are so many.
I just make it my business to get along with people so I can have fun. It's that simple.
Those of us who are locked into ineffective expressions of anger suffer as deeply as those of us who dare not get angry at all.
What do you say? There really are no words for that. There really aren't. Somebody tries to say, 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.' People say that to me. There's no language for it. Sorry doesn't do it. I think you should just hug people and mop their floor or something.
When you are in the final days of your life, what will you want? Will you hug that college degree in the walnut frame? Will you ask to be carried to the garage so you can sit in your car? Will you find comfort in rereading your financial statement? Of course not. What will matter then will be people. If relationships will matter most then, shouldn't they matter most now?
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