If you have the guts to be yourself, other people'll pay your price.
John UpdikeRead
Natural beauty is essentially temporary and sad, hence the impression of obscene mockery which artificial flowers give us.
Interpretation
Natural beauty is fleeting and its impermanence can evoke sadness, making artificial beauty seem mockingly inadequate.
This quote by John Updike reflects on the transient nature of natural beauty, suggesting that its temporary existence brings a sense of melancholy. It contrasts this with artificial flowers, which, although not genuine, highlight the irony and sadness of trying to replicate beauty that is meant to be ephemeral.
In practice
During a speech about the importance of preserving nature, one might reference this quote to discuss the value of real beauty.
If you have the guts to be yourself, other people'll pay your price.
Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that's the stuff life is made of. _x000D_ _x000D_ Suspect each moment, for it is a thief, tiptoeing away with more than it brings.
Museums and bookstores should feel, I think, like vacant lots - places where the demands on us are our own demands, where the spirit can find exercise in unsupervised play.
But it is just two lovers, holding hands and in a hurry to reach their car, their locked hands a starfish leaping through the dark.
The reader knows the writer better than he knows himself; but the writer's physical presence is light from a star that has moved on.
To guarantee the individual maximum freedom within a social frame of minimal laws ensures - if not happiness - its hopeful pursuit.
Players and painted stage took all my love, And not those things that they were emblems of.
Dance is not endangered - it will always find a way to express itself.
I'm now making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet, and I'm working at turning myself into a seer. You won't understand any of this, and I'm almost incapable of explaining it to you. The idea is to reach the unknown by the derangement of all the senses. It involves enormous suffering, but one must be strong and be a born poet. It's really not my fault.
...to be a poet, requires a mythology of the self. The self described is the poet self, to which the daily self (and others) are often ruthlessly sacrificed. The poet self is the real self, the other one is the carrier; and when the poet self dies, the person dies.
Someday I'll design a typeface without a K in it, and then let's see the bastards misspell my name.
I change the language with which I use my voice. In opera, I know I have an orchestra behind me; I have to communicate to people very far from me.
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