Paige Bradley famous quotes

I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?
-- Paige Bradley

#Body #Pondering

From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a box already built for us to fit inside. Our umbilical cord never seems to be severed; we only find new needs to fill. If we disconnected and severed our attachments, would we shatter our confinements and expand beyond our shell? Would the world look different? Would we recognize ourselves? Are we the box that we are inside, and to be authentically 'un-contained' would we still be able to exist? This is the irony of containment. As long as we don't push on the walls of our surroundings, we may never know how strong we really are.
-- Paige Bradley

#Strong #Wall #Attachment

From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: A social security number, a gender, a race, a profession or an I.Q. I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in, rather than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?  Would we still be able to exist if we were authentically un-contained?
-- Paige Bradley

#Numbers #Race #World

Art is not entertainment. Art is not luxury goods. Art is culture. It is you and me.
-- Paige Bradley

#Art #Luxury #Culture

Mithridates, he died old. Housman's passage is based on the belief of the ancients that Mithridates the Great [c. 135-63 B.C.] had so saturated his body with poisons that none could injure him. When captured by the Romans he tried in vain to poison himself, then ordered a Gallic mercenary to kill him.

I was what they call 'skinny fat' - a body that resembled a python after swallowing a goat.

You are not a body. You have a body. You are a soul.

One of the great functions of art is to help us imagine what it is like to be not ourselves, what it is like to be someone or something else, what it is like to live in another skin, what it is like to live in another body, and in that sense to surpass ourselves, to go out beyond ourselves.

I was just struggling with my inner vachette and pondering the depths of my own inhumanity.

It is better to read a little and ponder a lot than to read a lot and ponder a little.

In the meantime, I would drink, rest, and ponder the meaning of this mob.

If you give people nothingness, they can ponder what can be achieved from that nothingness.

I don't guess. I think. I ponder. I deduce. Then I decide. But I never guess.

If we were immortal, then life would be meaningless, because nothing would be of consequence. Certainly one way of taking the edge off the prospect of our inevitable demise is to ponder how much more horrendous it would be if we persisted in perpetuity. And yet, if you told me I had X number of days left to live, I would lobby for X plus one.