What you base your happiness around? Material, women, and large paper? That means you inferior, not major.
If that had been my only purpose in life - to call home runs and touchdowns - I'd lead a pretty shallow life.
Woe to us if we get our satisfaction from the food in the kitchen and the TV in the den and the sex in the bedroom with an occasional tribute to the cement blocks in the basement!
As I was reading the book [Superficial: More Adventures from the Andy Cohen Diaries] I kept thinking, "Sweetie, you are dancing as fast as you can!"
All our lives we sweat and save, Building for a shallow grave.
The worst of misery Is when a nature framed for noblest things Condemns itself in youth to petty joys, And, sore athirst for air, breathes scanty life Gasping from out the shallows.
There is a city in which you find everything you desire-handsome people, pleasures, ornaments of every kind-all that the natural person craves. However, you cannot find a single wise person there.
My comfortable existence is reduced to a shallow meaningless party.
And see all sights from pole to pole, And glance, and nod, and hustle by; And never once possess our soul Before we die.
Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person.
People have become shallower. They view spending, entertaining, seeking leisure and enjoying as the main objectives of their life.
I enjoy vanity . But I can't stick to any of that lifestyle for too long because, when its true colors come out, it's empty and cold and soulless.
There is this feeling that I have a destiny far away from the shallow and preposterous posing that is our life.
It's nice to have material things but they're very superficial aren't they?
In this world it is possible to achieve great material wealth, to live an opulent life. But a life built upon those things alone leaves a shallow legacy. In the end, we will be judged by other standards
Men who have great riches and little culture rush into business, because they are weary of themselves.
A culture that denies death inevitably becomes shallow and superficial, concerned only with the external form of things. When death is denied, life loses its depth.
There is a part of me that is not fulfilled by acting. It is a self-involved life; it can feel shallow, but not very often.
