“Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. Its real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like youve suddenly become an idiot. Theres no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.”
It doesn't matter if you don't get a thank you, kind words of acknowledgment for motivating others, for example to do something positive, like to follow a diet plan or to get in a car and just drive, after being afraid. Don't be despondent because in your heart of hearts you know what you did so be kind to yourself instead.
«Si vous voulez rester en paix avec vous-même, ne dites jamais du mal d'une personne dans le but d'assassiner son caractère. Ne portez pas atteinte à sa vie parce que vous êtes jaloux de sa réussite car elle n'est pas responsable de votre échec.» ~Rosie Bourget~
The yuppie idea of the future ain't my idea of a future. Your safe car, and home, and job, and all the time rushing between the threelet's make people feel they can grow up and have some education, some interest in life! That's what counts!
(Joe Strummer (b. 1952), British rock musician. Interview in Melody Maker (London, July 23, 1988).)
We carry adolescence around in our bodies all our lives. We get through the Car Crash Age alive and cruise through our early twenties as cool dudes, wily, dashing, winsome . . . shooting baskets, the breeze, the moon, and then we try to become caring men, good husbands, great fathers, good citizens.
(Garrison Keillor (20th century), U.S. humorist and author. The Book of Guys, introduction (1993).)
Fifty years from now, it will not matter what kind of car you drove, what kind of house you lived in, how much you had in your bank account, or what your clothes looked like, But the world may be a little better because you were important in the life of a child.
(Anonymous. Quoted in The Winning Family, by Louise Hart, ch. 1 (1987).)
Billboards, billboards, drink this, eat that, use all manner of things, everyone, the best, the cheapest, the purest and most satisfying of all their available counterparts. Red lights flicker on every horizon, airplanes beware; cars flash by, more lights. Workers repair the gas main. Signs, signs, lights, lights, streets, streets.
(Neal Cassady (1926-1968), U.S. beat hero. "Leaving LA by Train at Night, High ...," The First Third and Other Writings (1971).)