Quote by Kahlil Gibran

The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house as a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.


The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the ho

Summary

This quote speaks to the dangerous nature of our desire for comfort. It suggests that when we become too comfortable in our lives, we unknowingly allow comfort to dominate and control us. What initially enters as a guest, gradually takes over our lives and transforms into a powerful force that dictates our choices and actions. The quote serves as a cautionary reminder about the potential trap of complacency and the potential loss of agency when we prioritize comfort above all else.

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By Kahlil Gibran
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