I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s.
Truman CapoteRead
It is the want to know the end that makes us believe in God, or witchcraft, believe, at least, in something
Interpretation
The desire to understand the ultimate truths of existence leads people to believe in higher powers or mystical forces.
This quote by Truman Capote suggests that the human inclination to seek certainty about the future or the finality of life drives individuals to place their faith in deities, supernatural forces, or similar constructs. Our quest for knowledge and understanding often leads to the adoption of beliefs that offer comfort and explanation, even when they may not be based on empirical evidence.
In practice
In a discussion about the nature of faith during a philosophy class.
I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s.
All writing, all art, is an act of faith. If one tries to contribute to human understanding, how can that be called decadent? It's like saying a declaration of love is an act of decadence. Any work of art, provide it springs from a sincere motivation to further understanding between people, is an act of faith and therefore is an act of love.
No one will ever know what 'In Cold Blood' took out of me. It scraped me right down to the marrow of my bones. It nearly killed me. I think, in a way, it did kill me.
Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing.
I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together.
The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.
This Christmas may we be consistent in living the Gospel, welcoming Jesus into the centre of our lives.
This single Stick, which you now behold ingloriously lying in that neglected Corner, I once knew in a flourishing State in a Forest: It was full of Sap, full of Leaves, and full of Boughs: But now, in vain does the busy Art of Man pretend to vie with Nature, by tying that withered Bundle of Twigs to its sapless Trunk: It is at best but the Reverse of what it was; a Tree turned upside down, the Branches on the Earth, and the Root in the Air.
Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny, consume you it will.
The question of souls is old—we demand our bodies, now. We are tired of promises, god is deaf, and his church is our worst enemy.
We are not as Christ-centered and cross-cherishing as we should be, because we do not ponder the truth that everything good, and everything bad that God turns for the good, was purchased by the sufferings of Christ.
We have hands; we can stand on them if we want to. That's our privilege. That's the joy of a mortal body. And that's why God needs us. Because God loves to feel things through our hands.
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