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Sit down before fact as a little child, be prepared to give up every preconceived notion, follow humbly wherever and to whatever abysses nature leads, or you shall learn nothing. I have only begun to learn content and peace of mind since I have resolved at all risks to do this.
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abyss
risk
nature
learning
science
inspirational
preconceptions
open-minded
peace-of-mind
preparation
humble
facts
peace
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Thomas Huxley |
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[B]egin challenging your own assumptions. Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in a while or the light won't come in.
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preconceptions
open-mindedness
self-discovery
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Alan Alda |
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Few people ask from books what books can give us. Most commonly we come to books with blurred and divided minds, asking of fiction that it shall be true, of poetry that it shall be false, of biography that it shall be flattering, of history that it shall enforce our own prejudices. If we could banish all such preconceptions when we read, that would be an admirable beginning.
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reading
preconceptions
open-mindedness
expectations
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Virginia Woolf |
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Your god, sir, is the World. In my eyes, you, too, if not an infidel, are an idolater. I conceive that you ignorantly worship: in all things you appear to me too superstitious. Sir, your god, your great Bel, your fish-tailed Dagon, rises before me as a demon. You, and such as you, have raised him to a throne, put on him a crown, given him a sceptre. Behold how hideously he governs! See him busied at the work he likes best -- making marriages. He binds the young to the old, the strong to the imbecile. He stretches out the arm of Mezentius and fetters the dead to the living. In his realm there is hatred -- secret hatred: there is disgust -- unspoken disgust: there is treachery -- family treachery: there is vice -- deep, deadly, domestic vice. In his dominions, children grow unloving between parents who have never loved: infants are nursed on deception from their very birth: they are reared in an atmosphere corrupt with lies ... All that surrounds him hastens to decay: all declines and degenerates under his sceptre. god is a masked Death.
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family-relationships
hatred
unhappiness
injustice
marriage
women
death
disparity
domestic-life
false-belief
lovelessness
scorn
unfreedom
disharmony
families
preconceptions
discord
married-life
worldliness
idolatry
decay
demons
matrimony
force
social-norms
society
hypocrisy
disgust
contempt
vice
expectations
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Charlotte Brontë |
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She sang, as requested. There was much about love in the ballad: faithful love that refused to abandon its object; love that disaster could not shake; love that, in calamity, waxed fonder, in poverty clung closer. The words were set to a fine old air -- in themselves they were simple and sweet: perhaps, when read, they wanted force; when sung, they wanted nothing. Shirley sang them well: she breathed into the feeling, softness, she poured round the passion, force: her voice was fine that evening; its expression dramatic: she impressed all, and charmed one. On leaving the instrument, she went to the fire, and sat down on a seat -- semi-stool, semi-cushion: the ladies were round her -- none of them spoke. The Misses Sympson and the Misses Nunnely looked upon her, as quiet poultry might look on an egret, an ibis, or any other strange fowl. What made her sing so? never sang so. Was it proper to sing with such expression, with such originality -- so unlike a school girl? Decidedly not: it was strange, it was unusual. What was must be ; what was must be . Shirley was judged.
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understanding
prejudice
jealousy
passion
women
empathy
morality
music
love
musicality
preconceptions
feeling
fidelity
expression
faithfulness
propriety
singing
social-norms
judgment
society
gift
hypocrisy
talent
rejection
gender
expectations
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Charlotte Brontë |
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"We might laugh at the notion of plastic tea sets in the jungle, but it is a time-honored ritual for Western travelers to collect preindustrial artifacts to use as home decorations...Possession of primitive artifacts suggests worldly knowledge, just as in the highland communities of Borneo an electronic wristwatch that plays "Happy Birthday" is the mark of a great traveler. Funny thing how travel can narrow the mind."
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travel
preconceptions
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Eric Hansen |