Quote on discontent

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Our entire society is based on discontent. People wanting more and more and more. Being constantly dissatisfied with their homes, their bodies, their décor, their clothes, everything – taking it for granted that that’s the whole point of life. Never to be satisfied. If you are perfectly happy with what you got, especially if what you got isn’t even all the spectacular then you’re dangerous. You’re breaking all the rules. You’re undermining the sacred economy. You’re challenging every assumption that society is built on.

~Tana French

Quote on discontent

Credit: AmeliePanda/688/871 km.

Our entire society is based on discontent. People wanting more and more and more. Being constantly dissatisfied with their homes, their bodies, their décor, their clothes, everything – taking it for granted that that’s the whole point of life. Never to be satisfied. If you are perfectly happy with what you got, especially if what you got isn’t even all the spectacular then you’re dangerous. You’re breaking all the rules. You’re undermining the sacred economy. You’re challenging every assumption that society is built on.

~Tana French

Quote on unhappiness

Source: Unknown/Favim.com

The unhappy person resents it when you try to cheer him up, because that means he has to stop dwelling on himself and start paying attention to the universe. Unhappiness is the ultimate form of self-indulgence. When you're unhappy, you get to pay a lot of attention to yourself. And you get to take yourself oh so very seriously. Your truly happy people, which is to say, your people who truly like themselves, they don't think about themselves very much. Your unhappy person resents it when you try to cheer him up, because that means he has to stop dwellin' on himself and start payin' attention to the universe. Unhappiness is the ultimate form of self-indulgence.

~Tom Robbins

Quote on unhappiness

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The unhappy person resents it when you try to cheer him up, because that means he has to stop dwelling on himself and start paying attention to the universe. Unhappiness is the ultimate form of self-indulgence. When you're unhappy, you get to pay a lot of attention to yourself. And you get to take yourself oh so very seriously. Your truly happy people, which is to say, your people who truly like themselves, they don't think about themselves very much. Your unhappy person resents it when you try to cheer him up, because that means he has to stop dwellin' on himself and start payin' attention to the universe. Unhappiness is the ultimate form of self-indulgence.

~Tom Robbins

False Notions, Fears, And Other Things Of Wood

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Repeatedly, that sturdy stump in me

bears up like stone,

beneath some ritual I see:

the blinding axe

swings up, holds,

that moment of its weightlessness

inscrutable

till I confirm the arm is mine;

I will it, grip,

feel moist the swelling handle,

the shudder rude,

the difference fallen.

Toward that chopping block

I carry in me woodthings—

infectious undergrowth

pretending upwards

through each stem and branch of me—

all so certain of themselves

they practice, like pains,

the craft of being.

They try to wrench away

before we reach that stump,

my woodthings and I,

they weakening

in its brightness,

in my luminous saying

"I must go, must go

to the chopping block."

They know the brutal business

of my thinking;

I know they have no charity nor memory

to return the way they came—

came not from wilderness,

nor forest,

nor living trees.

Their craft and strength I test—

and mine—

at the chopping block.

~ James A. Emanuel

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Many of our disappointments and much of our unhappiness arise from our forming false notions of things and persons.
~ Abigail Adams

False Notions, Fears, And Other Things Of Wood

Source: Unknown/Favim

Repeatedly, that sturdy stump in me

bears up like stone,

beneath some ritual I see:

the blinding axe

swings up, holds,

that moment of its weightlessness

inscrutable

till I confirm the arm is mine;

I will it, grip,

feel moist the swelling handle,

the shudder rude,

the difference fallen.

Toward that chopping block

I carry in me woodthings—

infectious undergrowth

pretending upwards

through each stem and branch of me—

all so certain of themselves

they practice, like pains,

the craft of being.

They try to wrench away

before we reach that stump,

my woodthings and I,

they weakening

in its brightness,

in my luminous saying

"I must go, must go

to the chopping block."

They know the brutal business

of my thinking;

I know they have no charity nor memory

to return the way they came—

came not from wilderness,

nor forest,

nor living trees.

Their craft and strength I test—

and mine—

at the chopping block.

~ James A. Emanuel

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Many of our disappointments and much of our unhappiness arise from our forming false notions of things and persons.
~ Abigail Adams