The more research you do, the more at ease you are in the world you're writing about. It doesn't encumber you, it makes you free.
We talk about feelings. And about sex. And about bodies, and their gratification, violation, repair, decoration, deferred, maybe permanently deferred, mortality. Feelings are a bodily thing, and respecting them is called, is, kindness.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote emphasizes the importance of acknowledging and respecting feelings as integral to our physical existence and kindness.
A. S. Byatt's quote explores the profound connection between our physical bodies and our emotional experiences. It highlights the necessity of open conversations about feelings, sex, and bodily experiences, suggesting that true kindness involves recognizing and respecting these often complex and deeply personal facets of life. By doing so, we foster understanding and compassion in our relationships with ourselves and others, acknowledging that our emotions are rooted in our bodily experiences.
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Example use cases
In a discussion on emotional intelligence during a workshop, this quote could be used to highlight the importance of respecting one's feelings.
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