You fall out of your mother's womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and drop into your grave.
Interpretation
Life is a challenging journey filled with struggles from birth to death.
Quentin Crisp's quote reflects on the harsh realities of life, portraying it as a battle that begins at birth and continues until oneβs death. It emphasizes the inevitability of facing challenges and the often tumultuous nature of human existence, suggesting that life is fraught with difficulties that one must navigate throughout their time on Earth.
In practice
In a motivational speech about resilience, this quote illustrates the struggle we all face.
The consuming desire of most human beings is deliberately to plant their whole life in the hands of some other person. I would describe this method of searching for happiness as immature. Development of character consists solely in moving toward self-sufficiency.
What would you be like if you were the only person in the world? If you want to be truly happy you must be that person.
The search for a life-style involves a journey to the interior. This is not altogether a pleasant experience, because you not only have to take stock of what you consider your assets but you also have to take a long look at what your friends call βthe trouble with you.β Nevertheless, the journey is worth making.
If you describe things as better than they are, you are considered to be a romantic; if you describe things as worse than they are, you will be called a realist; and if you describe things exactly as they are, you will be thought of as a satirist.
The flagrantly gay Quentin Crisp dealt with homophobic bullying by refusing to bow to its onslaught. His number listed in the phone directory, he responded to derogatory remarks accompanied with a stated intent to kill him by asking, "Would you like to make an appointment?"
It is explained that all relationships require a little give and take. This is untrue. Any partnership demands that we give and give and give and at the last, as we flop into our graves exhausted, we are told that we didn't give enough.
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,_x000D_ _x000D_ For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;_x000D_ _x000D_ The ornament of beauty is suspect,_x000D_ _x000D_ A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
So far are we generally from thinking what we often say of the shortness of life, that at the time when it is necessarily shortest we form projects which we delay to execute, indulge such expectations as nothing but along train of events can gratify, and suffer those passions to gain upon us which are only excusable in the prime of life.
We are snared into doing things for which we get called names, and things for which we get hanged, and yet the spirit may well survive - survive the condemnations, survive the halter, by Jove! And there are things - they look small enough sometimes too - by which some of us are totally and completely undone.
When there is no more separation between 'this' and 'that,' it is called the still-point of the Tao. At the still point in the center of the circle one can see the infinite in all things.
Your image isn't your character. Character is what you are as a person.
I felt, as I became a later and later bloomer, alienated not just from my own recalcitrant glabrous little body but in a way from the whole elemental exterior I'd come to see as my co-conspirator.
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