There is an internal landscape, a geography of the soul; _x000D_ we search for its outlines in our lives. Those who _x000D_ are lucky enough to find it, ease like water over a stone, _x000D_ onto its fluid contours, and are home.
Josephine HartRead
Our sanity depends essentially on a narrowness of vision--the ability to select the elements vital to survival, while ignoring the great truths.
Interpretation
Our mental health relies on focusing on what's essential for survival and disregarding overwhelming truths.
Josephine Hart suggests that maintaining our mental well-being often requires a limited perspective, enabling us to prioritize the crucial aspects of life necessary for our survival. By narrowing our vision, we can filter out the complexities and harsh realities that might otherwise hinder our capacity to cope with everyday challenges.
In practice
In a discussion about coping strategies during difficult times, this quote can emphasize the importance of focusing on what truly matters.
There is an internal landscape, a geography of the soul; _x000D_ we search for its outlines in our lives. Those who _x000D_ are lucky enough to find it, ease like water over a stone, _x000D_ onto its fluid contours, and are home.
hen we mourn those who die young β those who have been robbed of time β we weep for lost joys. We weep for opportunities and pleasures we ourselves have never known. We feel sure that somehow that young body would have known the yearning delight for which we searched in vain all our lives.
...logical validity is not a guarantee of truth.
I suppose all of my films have a common theme. If I think about it, though, the only theme I can think of is really a question: Why canβt people be happier together?
Liberty is not just an idea, an abstract principle. It is power, effective power to do specific things. There is no such thing as liberty in general; liberty, so to speak, at large.
I'm hunting for the truth. It might be a kind of poetic truth, and not just a factual one, because behind everything that happens to you, there is another truth, a secret life.
There is no conclusive evidence of life after death, but there is no evidence of any sort against it. Soon enough you will know, so why fret about it?
A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses
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