For a flicker of a moment I imagined a world completely different from the one I'd always known, a world in which I was treated with fairness, even kindness-- a world in which fathers didn't sell their daughters.
Interpretation
The quote reflects a yearning for a more just and compassionate world, contrasting with harsh realities.
In this quote, Arthur Golden captures a fleeting moment of hope and imagination, envisioning a world vastly different from the one filled with unfairness and exploitation. It points to the desire for kindness and justice, particularly in the context of personal relationships and societal norms that often allow for the commodification of individuals, such as fathers selling their daughters. This momentary vision serves as a critique of existing societal injustices, evoking a longing for change.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about social justice at a community meeting.
We all know that a winter scene, though it may be covered over one day, with even the trees dressed in shawls of snow, will be unrecognizable the following spring. Yet I never imagined such a thing could occur within our very selves.
An en is a karmic bond lasting a lifetime. Nowadays many people seem to believe their lives are entirely a matter of choice; but in my day we viewed ourselves as pieces of clay that forever show the fingerprints of everyone who has touched them.
As an American man of the 1990s writing about a Japanese woman of the 1930s, I needed to cross three cultural divides - man to woman, American to Japanese, and present to past.
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He was like a song I'd heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since.
I don't think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.
This is the first thing I have understood:_x000D_ Time is the echo of an axe within a wood.
How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.
Everything about Christianity is contained in the pathetic image of 'the flock.
Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection. This is why with Chopin we feel so little like gods.
OLD, adj. In that stage of usefulness which is not inconsistent with general inefficiency, as an "old man". Discredited by lapse of time and offensive to the popular taste, as an "old" book.
That however the brains and abilities of men may differ, their stomachs are essentially the same.
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