Alcohol doesn't console, it doesn't fill up anyone's psychological gaps, all it replaces is the lack of God.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that alcohol is merely a substitution for a deeper spiritual void rather than a true comfort.
Marguerite Duras's quote reflects on the profound emptiness that alcohol cannot truly fill, positing that while people may turn to substances for consolation, such actions ultimately signify a lack of spiritual fulfillment or connection with a higher power. It highlights the human tendency to seek temporary relief from pain through inadequate means rather than addressing the deeper issues that stem from a disconnection from something greater, such as faith or spiritual belief.
In practice
This quote can be used during a discussion on addiction at a support group.
Alcohol doesn't console, it doesn't fill up anyone's psychological gaps, all it replaces is the lack of God. It doesn't comfort man. On the contrary, it encourages him in his folly, it transports him to the supreme regions where he is master of his own destiny.
What she said was always strange. It had happened long ago. It seemed insignificant. And yet it was something you remembered forever. The words as well as the story. The voice as much as the words.
I'm still there, watching those possessed children, as far away from the mystery now as I was then. I've never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.
Perhaps someone will have seen mine, the one Iβm waiting for, just as I saw him, in a ditch when his hands were making their last appeal and his eyes no longer could see. Someone who will never know what that man was to me; someone whose name Iβll never know.
Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.
A prolonged silence ensues. The reason for the silence is our growing interest one for the other. No one is aware of it, no one yet; no one? am I quite sure?
Jem gave a reasonable description of Boo: Boo was about six-and-a-half feet tall, judging from his tracks; he dined on raw squirrels and any cats he could catch, that's why his hands were bloodstained - if you ate animal raw, you could never wash the blood off. There was a long jagged scar that ran across his face; what teeth he had were yellow and rotten; his eyes popped, and he drooled most of the time.
To place oneself in the position of God is painful: being God is equivalent to being tortured. For being God means that one is in harmony with all that is, including the worst. The existence of the worst evils is unimaginable unless God willed them.
There is only the moment. The now. Only what you are experiencing at this second is real.
My rule is, if you want to build something that does all things for all people, it's not going to work real well.
Let Him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east.
Besides this earth, and besides the race of men, there is an invisible world and a kingdom of spirits: that world is around us, for it is everywhere; and those spirits watch us, for they are commissioned to gaurd us; and if we were dying in pain and shame, if scorn smote us on all sides, and hatred crushed us, angels see our tortures, recognize our innocence, and God waits ony a speration of spirit from flesh to crown us with a full reward.
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