I don't think the world will destroy itself in a nuclear cataclysm. On the contrary, we have the capacity to save ourselves and save the planet, and we will use it.
Isabel AllendeRead
I remember my childhood as a horrible time. My mother says that nothing so horrible ever happened to me as the things that I remember.
Interpretation
The speaker reflects on their painful childhood memories, contrasting them with their mother's perspective.
Isabel Allende's quote reveals the subjective nature of memory and how one's experiences can be interpreted differently by those involved. While the speaker perceives their childhood as a 'horrible time,' their mother suggests that these memories are either exaggerated or misremembered, highlighting the complexities of personal history and the emotional weight that memories can carry.
In practice
In a talk about mental health, this quote could illustrate how childhood experiences shape individual perceptions.
I don't think the world will destroy itself in a nuclear cataclysm. On the contrary, we have the capacity to save ourselves and save the planet, and we will use it.
My mother is a great artist, but she always treated her paintings like minor postcards. Had she pursued it, she would have been a great artist. Instead, she looked down on her art.
I never try to convey a message, I just want to tell a story. Why that story in particular? I have no idea, but I have learned to surrender to the muse. I become obsessed with a theme or with certain stories; they haunt me for years, and finally, I write them.
My life is about ups and downs, great joys and great losses.
I'm interested in people who have to overcome obstacles, people who are not sheltered by the umbrella of the establishment, marginals.
I'm a writer. In Latin America, they say I'm a Latin-American writer because I also write in Spanish and my books are translated, but I am an American citizen and my books are published here, so I'm also an American writer.
That's how it is sometimes--God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you're just too tired to open it.
Oh, how hard it must be to die anywhere but in one's birthplace.
I'm living everyday like a hustle. Another drug to juggle. Another day, another struggle.
The Master of Lifes been good to me. He has given me strength to face past illnesses, and victory in the face of defeat. He has given me life and joy where other saw oblivion. He Has given new purpose to live for, new services to render and old wounds to heal._x000D_ Life and love go on, let the music play.
[...]It is as if after surviving so much, there was no longer reason to survive.
The point of the journey is not just healing. It's also recovering the truest, most spontaneous, joyful, and creative core of ourselves.
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