We must beware the revenge of the starved senses, the embittered animal in its prison.
Interpretation
This quote warns against neglecting our basic human needs and desires, suggesting that when we do, they can manifest in destructive ways.
J. B. Priestley's quote speaks to the importance of recognizing and addressing our fundamental senses and emotions. When these needs are starved or ignored, they can lead to a sense of anger and bitterness, much like an imprisoned animal that desires freedom. The quote serves as a reminder that we must nurture our senses and emotional well-being to prevent negative consequences in our lives.
In practice
In a motivational speech about self-care, this quote could underscore the importance of emotional well-being.
But some of us are beginning to pull well away, in our irritation, from...the exquisite tasters, the vintage snobs, the three-star Michelin gourmets. There is, we feel, a decent area somewhere between boiled carrots and Beluga caviare, sour plonk and Chateau Lafitte, where we can take care of our gullets and bellies without worshipping them.
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We have this day restored the Sovereign to Whom all men ought to be obedient. He reigns in heaven and from the rising to the setting of the sun, let His kingdom come.
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