Quote by Judith O'Reilly

Good people left me breathless and wondering. How had they got that way? How good were they, anyway? How would it feel to be good? Then I hit middle age and suddenly I wanted to be a better person and to know that I was living a good life.


Good people left me breathless and wondering. How had they g

Summary

This quote explores the narrator's fascination with good people and their way of life. Initially, they are astounded by the goodness in others and are curious about how they became that way. They question the extent of their goodness and wonder what it would feel like to embody it. However, as the narrator reaches middle age, their perspective shifts. They now desire personal growth and long to lead a good life themselves, indicating a newfound aspiration for moral improvement and a deeper understanding of the importance of living morally.

By Judith O'Reilly
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