And enough for me that when my hand touched your shoulder, you leaned on me; and when you felt me slip away, you called my name.
Orson Scott CardRead
All the stories are fictions. What matters is which fiction you believe.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that our perceptions of reality are shaped by the beliefs we hold about the stories we tell ourselves.
Orson Scott Card's quote emphasizes the subjective nature of reality, implying that every story, including our personal narratives, is a construct. The importance lies not in the factual accuracy of these stories but in the beliefs we choose to embrace, as they shape our identities and experiences in the world.
In practice
In a discussion about the power of storytelling in shaping one's identity.
And enough for me that when my hand touched your shoulder, you leaned on me; and when you felt me slip away, you called my name.
The world is always a democracy in times of flux, and the man with the best voice will win.
Never mind that the story had turned out to be lies and foolishness—there was always folks stupid enough to say, Where there's smoke there's fire, when the saying should have been, Where there's scandalous lies there's always malicious believers and spreaders-around, regardless of evidence.
The lives of all people flow through time, and, regardless of how brutal one moment may be, how filled with grief or pain or fear, time flows through all lives equally.
You take a step, then another. That's the journey. But to take a step with your eyes open is not a journey at all, it's a remaking of your own mind.
I've had your tears with mine, and you've had mine with yours. I think that's more intimate even than a kiss.
As soon as a woman's primary social value could no longer be defined as the attainment of virtuous domesticity, the beauty myth redefined it as the attainment of virtuous beauty. It did so to substitute both a new consumer imperative and a new justification for economic unfairness in the workplace where the old ones had lost their hold over newly liberated women.
Man is a centaur, a tangle of flesh and mind, divine inspiration and dust.
I had explained that a woman's asking for equality in the church would be comparable to a black person's demanding equality in the Ku Klux Klan
A riot is the language of the unheard. On blacks in America; address at Birmingham AL
Indeed, as any one who has ever worked among the poor knows only too well, the brotherhood of man is no mere poet's dream, it is a most depressing and humiliating reality.
No one is free who has not obtained the empire of himself.
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