It’s about time a 55-year-old British woman is the heroine of an action movie. I may have to write it.
Emma ThompsonRead
I do think that despite my best efforts to resist it, I am now a grown-up. It's due to lots of very difficult decisions that you make over a long period of time - about motherhood, wifehood, and work, and all the things that one has to make decisions about.
Interpretation
Growing up involves making challenging decisions over time regarding various responsibilities.
In this quote, Emma Thompson reflects on the journey of adulthood, acknowledging that becoming a grown-up is not merely a matter of age but rather a result of confronting and navigating difficult choices. These decisions, especially concerning motherhood, relationships, and career, shape one's identity and responsibilities in life, highlighting the complexity and weight of adult decisions.
In practice
During a speech at a parenting workshop, one could use this quote to highlight the complexities of making choices as an adult.
It’s about time a 55-year-old British woman is the heroine of an action movie. I may have to write it.
If you've got to my age, you've probably had your heart broken many times. So it's not that difficult to unpack a bit of grief from some little corner of your heart and cry over it.
Sometimes I get to put on posh frocks and be Madam Glamour, the vendor of my wares. My lovely friend Kath, a stylist, puts me into things I'd never dream of. But my real life is very different. It's very, very home-based - an intense domestic life, that's the core of everything.
Just write. It doesn't matter what you write. Just sit at your desk and write.
I think books are like people, in the sense that they'll turn up in your life when you most need them.
Can he love her? Can the soul really be satisfied with such polite affections? To love is to burn - to be on fire, like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise.
Life is like cooking: before choosing what you love, try everything... ♥
That's the trouble with living things. Don't last very long. Kittens one day, old cats the next. And then just memories. And the memories fade and blend and smudge together.
Facing this stuff, in real life is not like school, in school, if you make a mistake you can just try again tomorrow, but out there...when your a second away from being murdered or watching a friend die right before your eyes...you don't know what that's like.
Would you not be happier if you tried to forget her severity, together with the passionate emotions it excited? Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs.
When in the end, the day came on which I was going away, I learned the strange learning that things can happen which we ourselves cannot possibly imagine, either beforehand, or at the time when they are taking place, or afterwards when we look back on them.
Thy only authentic ending is the one provided here: John and Mary die, John and Mary die, John and Mary die.
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