When I lock myself up to write, I cannot allow myself to think about the censor or the reviewer or anyone but my characters and their story!
Judy BlumeRead
Everybody wants to share life and be in love and be loved.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the universal desire for connection and affection in human relationships.
Judy Blume's quote highlights a fundamental aspect of the human experience: the longing for companionship and love. It suggests that despite individual differences, the desire to connect and be cherished is a common thread that binds us all, affirming the importance of relationships in leading a fulfilling life.
In practice
This quote can be used in discussions about the importance of relationships during a motivational speech.
When I lock myself up to write, I cannot allow myself to think about the censor or the reviewer or anyone but my characters and their story!
What I remember when I started to write was how I couldn't wait to get up in the morning to get to my characters.
What can happen if a young reader picks up a book he/she isn't yet ready for? Questions, maybe. Usually, that child puts down the book and says, 'Boring.' Or, 'I'm not ready for this.' Kids are really good at knowing what they can handle.
Concentrate on how good if feels to be alive. No matter what. Just to see the color of the sky, just to smell the air, and feel the wind in your face
I wrote 'Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret' right out of my own experiences and my own feelings when I was in sixth grade.
Nobody ever asks me why my characters don't text each other. Besides, as soon as you put something 'electronic' in a book, it's already out of date by the time it's published: everything will have changed. Human emotion, on the other hand, will never change.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
Boys and girls should be taught respect for each other's liberty... and that jealousy and possessiveness kill love.
Love is contagious. When I share love, it comes back to me multiplied. Love opens every door.
Perhaps love is a minor madness. And as with madness, it's unendurable alone. The one person who can relieve us is of course the sole person we cannot go to: the one we love. So instead we seek out allies, even among strangers and wives, fellow patients who, if they can't touch the edge of our particular sorrow, have felt something that cuts nearly as deep.
Might she have loved me? just as well She might have hated, who can tell!
It was roses, roses, all the way,_x000D_ _x000D_ With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.
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