What does the truth matter? Haven't we mothers all given our sons a taste for lies, lies which from the cradle upwards lull them, reassure them, send them to sleep: lies as soft and warm as a breast!
Georges BernanosRead
The world is eaten up by boredom. You can't see it all at once. It is like dust. You go about and never notice, you breathe it in, you eat and drink it. It is sifted so fine, it doesn't even grit on your teeth. But stand still for an instant and there it is, coating your face and hands.
Interpretation
Boredom permeates our lives subtly, often unnoticed until we take a moment to reflect.
Georges Bernanos expresses the idea that boredom is a pervasive yet insidious aspect of our existence. It is compared to dust, something we are constantly surrounded by but often fail to acknowledge. This quote suggests that if we pause and truly reflect on our lives, we may become acutely aware of the monotony and lack of engagement that can coat our experiences, much like dust clings to our skin.
In practice
During a speech on mental health, one might use this quote to highlight the subtlety of boredom in modern life.
What does the truth matter? Haven't we mothers all given our sons a taste for lies, lies which from the cradle upwards lull them, reassure them, send them to sleep: lies as soft and warm as a breast!
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