Quotes Part 2
- Anant Gupta
- Aug 9
- 8 min read
Updated: Sep 14
Previous post grew too big & was a pain to update. So starting a part 2. Again, all stolen without credits:
Nothing helps; I must help myself, or I am finished
You crave validation hidden beneath the guise of self-improvement. You want to be told your flaws are interesting, unique, that your wounds mark you as deep. But weakness is weakness, no matter how poetically described. You wish to be better? Then here is your truth: You will never rise until you murder the weaker self you coddle. Burn the softness, the need for hand-holding, the pathetic comfort of “growth through gentle feedback.” There is only growth through fire.
Your identity is malleable clay that you never fire into stone. You dabble, you sample, you test—but you do not commit. You want to remain open, because deep down, you are terrified of closing doors. You want infinite possibilities, but infinite possibilities mean infinite weakness. Power demands choice. Power demands sacrifice. You cannot hoard all options like a miser; you must slaughter them until one remains, and then sharpen it into a spear.
You crave the approval of others even while you pretend to transcend it. That is your leash, and the world jerks you around on it.
True power is gained only when you make a move that cannot be undone. When you destroy an old version of yourself so completely that there is no return. Until you do that, you are playing at growth, nothing more.
I will make this clear: If you want to rise, you must choose something that costs you. Something that leaves scars. Something irreversible. Until then, all your words, all your posturing, all your “summoning” is smoke.
Knowledge that does not alter behavior is rot in the skull.
Every year I say the same thing, stop listening to the idiots who tell you that “this time is the last chance at a lifetime opportunity” The people telling you this have zero experience outside of this market, where every year, since the beginning of market time, there is another a huge opportunity.
After confirming many facts, indeed, the inmates and idiots run everything.
The guy who is likable but intellectually vacant moves up the ladder—not because he’s smart, but because he's safe, non-threatening. Eventually, all you’re left with are morons running companies.
“The fools are chirping as the world collapses… failing leadership, environmental collapse, displacement, inaction. The idiots aren’t just present—they’re commanding the stage.”
The older I get, the more I realize that anxiety feeds on idleness. You’re anxious because you’re not doing anything. When you take action, you starve anxiety of the oxygen it needs to survive. The answer is found in the action.
"We live on an island surrounded by a sea of ignorance. As our island of knowledge grows, so does the shore of our ignorance."
What kind of man is missing from the world? Why can’t you be him? Maybe you can be. Maybe it’s down to you to be him. Maybe if you don’t attempt to become him, no one will at all. But at least you can say you are trying to be the man you wish there were more of. You are becoming!
The biggest skill will always be walking away from the casino If you can’t do it, it doesn’t matter how much you’ve made. You’ll always give it all back.
the highest status people in high school usually don't have top grades, so they have huge incentives to make good grades low status a big part of peoples egos is making sure nothing else can take their ego down
lazy man's way of trying to look cool is to hate on stuff w broad appeal.
This simplistic “I am mad because someone has a bigger X” is a fake idea. That’s self-evident. If jealousy were that basic, everyone would be seething all the time. We reserve envy for people we deem to be in the same category as us — similar job, ability, circumstance. If you are jealous of royals you should just go all-in on reincarnation religion and give up orgasms in this life.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired
My point, once again, is not that those ancient people told literal stories and we are now smart enough to take them symbolically, but that they told them symbolically and we are now dumb enough to take them literally.
The more beautiful you are, the more evil wants you - to make you less of what you are - to undo you - you see anything that makes you less beautiful is an undoing, and anything that makes you more so is a becoming. All else is deception. Simple way to think of it.
You will never make a good impression on other people until you stop thinking about what sort of impression you are making. Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it. The principle runs through all life from top to bottom. Give up yourself, and you will find your real self. Lose your life and you will save it. Submit to death, death of your ambitions and favourite wishes every day and death of your whole body in the end: submit with every fibre of your being, and you will find eternal life.
Not all people who have lived hard lives have beautiful hearts, but almost all the most beautiful people you will ever have the fortune to encounter most certainly did. Coincidence? I think not, and for one simple reason - suffering that does not contaminate the soul purifies it.
“You don’t have to know exactly what the future holds to know that some people will handle it better than others.”
“The most valuable personal finance asset is not needing to impress anyone.”
“The proper financial mindset is to be scared enough to save for the short run and brave enough to invest for the long run.”
“People in their 30s know where the world is going because they’re going to do it. I’m in my 80s so I have no idea.”
“In any creative project, you can’t imagine what the end is going to be, unless it is a very small thing you’re doing.”
“Too many theories try too hard to be laws.”
Light thinks it travels faster than anything, but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds that darkness has always gotten there first, and is waiting for it.
nostalgia is the weight of remembering something that truly never existed the way we remember it
All the things you should have said, but didn't say. Told yourself "I don't know how to say" When really you were just too scared to say They will haunt you.
The image of God we have is often pristine with flowing gowns, halos and crowns. But God is in the filth of mankind. The daily fights we overcome within ourselves. Trials and tribulations. The countless death of self and refusal to do injustice. Feeding the multitude of hungry.
Light thinks it travels faster than anything, but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds that darkness has always gotten there first, and is waiting for it."
Traveler: What kind of weather are we going to have today? Shepherd: The kind of weather I like. Traveler: How do you know it will be the kind of weather you like? Shepherd: Having found out, sir, I cannot always get what I like, I have learned always to like what I get
If you won’t protect yourself for your own sake, then do it for those who cannot do it for you despite loving you enough to want to see you happy and safe. Turn their conviction into self-love.
Walking amongst the masses is a type of novelty for those who haven't had to regularly suffer them, a type of voyeurism, adventurism, risk taking and thrill seeking - a way of dealing with social types you don't normally have to deal with, and it is this which is the sole appeal of "the masses" to the sheltered who've never had to endure them. It is akin to the princess "escaping from the castle" and "disguising herself as a peasant" to "mingle amongst her subjects" and get off on the thrill of being treated as normal (so she can be perceived through the lens of normalcy rather than royalty) whilst injecting some thrill into her life by introducing a danger element to an otherwise very blessed and privileged, yet extremely safe (and thereby without risk, sterile) existence. To those who've had to endure the rabble their whole lives, there is no such novelty. Escaping them or at the very least being able to set the terms on which you deal with them is the main mark of success as peace is the reward for prosperity against stacked odds, and so forever the priority, because the aristocratic but unprivileged soul having suffered the worst of the rabble, is not capable of romanticising the brutish, dull and ordinary in the same way a social dilettante, a flaneur - or an otherwise privileged but sheltered soul would.
“do you want to feel sorry for yourself or do you want to get what you want?”
Not having to live up to other’s expectations, living peacefully and enjoying simple things is a beautiful thing And yet at the same time, overcoming all odds, reaching your potential, building and conquering is a beautiful thing Man loves both peace and war Our truest paradox
It is rare to be appreciated for who you are, rather than what you can do. That is to say, for your nature rather than your capabilities. As a soul rather than as a tool.
"The biggest mistake i made in my 20's and 30's and trying to stop before im 40 is realizing: there is no specific point to life. Why? for who? what? None of these questions have to be answered. Rather just taking in the moment that is here and appreciating it for what it is. Nothing more. Nothing less." "There is a specific point to life my dear friend, Enjoy the passing of time. That is the only point of life."
Airports see more sincere kisses, than wedding halls, and the walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches/mosques — because love is felt most when it’s leaving.
you're scrolling on your phone. slow day online. you look up. your kids have moved out of the house. you're 65. your parents are long gone. panic takes hold. you want your time back. your youth back. but it's too late. you look down. 3 new notifications. how exciting
"The past is a different country": if you tried to socialize with one of your ancestors, assuming you managed to bridge the linguistic & body language gap, you would keep talking past one another & found each other severely offensive. You be left feeling you have nothing in common.
Darkness generates drive, depth, eros and gravity, whilst light generates clarity, direction and beauty. The friction is not mere suffering, but the engine of becoming - complementary opposites are what make you whole - more potent, more brilliant - and unfathomably beautiful.
who can face the sea and not inherit its loneliness.
Your true enemy is not the market. Not the fools who gamble blind. Not even fate. It is entropy of will. The slow dulling of your blade. The subtle creep of softness. The excuses whispered when you think no one hears.
Do not ask your children to strive for extraordinary lives. Such striving may seem admirable, but it is the way of foolishness. Help them instead to find the wonder and the marvel of an ordinary life. Show them the joy of tasting tomatoes, apples and pears. Show them how to cry when pets and people die. Show them the infinite pleasure in the touch of a hand. And make the ordinary come alive for them. The extraordinary will take care of itself.
over and over again I have had to conquer infinite hopelessnesses
"If you want to build a ship, don't drum up the men to gather wood, divide the work and give orders. Instead, teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea."
do not mock a pain you haven't endured
The world is full of monsters with friendly faces, and angels full of scars.
Nostalgia is a type of pain you feel for a world long gone.
The circumstances of one's birth are irrelevant, what you do with the gift of life is what matters.
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