If you were to live forever, life would become meaningless. Knowing that you have only one shot gives that attempt so much value. It's knowing that you will only see a finite number of beautiful, heartbreakingly beautiful, sunsets that gives each sunset the power to paralyze you.
"Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain.
Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us."
(Jane Austen, "Pride and Prejudice")
giovedì 11 ottobre 2012
Who lives forever, anyway?
Sto leggendo "My Two Moms" di Zach Wahls e ieri sera sono arrivata a p. 122, dove dice:
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