Louis CK: Those were simpler times, I think -- we may be going back to that, by the way -- but, in a way, Good!, because when I read things like, "The foundations of capitalism are shattering," I'm like, "Maybe we need that." Maybe we need some time ...
Conan: You think that would just bring us back to reality?
Louis CK: Yeah, because, everything is amazing right now, and nobody's happy ...
A wise man once sang:
When you're chewing on life's gristle Don't grumble, give a whistle. And this'll help things turn out for the best.
Positive emotions make us more vulnerable than negative ones. One reason is that they’re future-oriented. Fear and sadness have immediate payoffs—protecting us from attack or attracting resources at times of distress. Gratitude and joy, over time, will yield better health and deeper connections—but in the short term actually put us at risk. That’s because, while negative emotions tend to be insulating, positive emotions expose us to the common elements of rejection and heartbreak.
For my own future, as well as my children's, I must change. And yet--this is what's weird--I, like you, can't. Cannot abandon comfort, convenience and pleasure for the sake of abstract knowledge. Can't stop doing it. This is interesting.
People say to me, "Whatever it takes." I tell them, It's going to take everything.
There used to be a time if you didn't have money to buy something, you just didn't buy it.
What we owe and how we pay is a feature of all human societies, and profoundly shapes our shared values and our cultures.
Laughing out loud at anything in any movie, whether it is playing on the cabin system or on your own DVD player, is fifty dollars per incident. Asking me to turn off my reading light so that you can see the screen better: also fifty dollars.
JERRY: That's the new area code. They've run out of 212s, so all the new numbers are 646.
ELAINE: I was a 718 when I first moved here. I cried every night.
We both, Vasili Ivanovich and I, have always been impressed by the anonymity of all the parts of a landscape, so dangerous for the soul, the impossibility of ever finding out where that path you see leads — and look, what a tempting thicket! It happened that on a distant slope or in a gap in the trees there would appear and, as it were, stop for an instant, like air retained in the lungs, a spot so enchanting — a lawn, a terrace — such perfect expression of tender, well-meaning beauty — that it seemed that if one could stop the train and go thither, forever, to you, my love ... But a thousand beech trunks were already madly leaping by, whirling in a sizzling sun pool, and again the chance for happiness was gone.