Just be patient, she told herself, and with the mounting pages, the strength of her writing fist grew.
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Handfuls of frosty water can make almost anyone smile, but it cannot make them forget.
Interpretation
Small gestures of joy can uplift spirits, but they do not erase deeper pains.
This quote underscores the idea that while fleeting moments of happiness, represented by 'handfuls of frosty water', can bring smiles to people's faces, they are often temporary solutions that cannot erase or alleviate more profound emotional struggles or memories. It reminds us that true healing requires more than just superficial joy; it involves addressing and coming to terms with our deeper issues.
In practice
In a discussion about finding joy amidst struggles, this quote serves as a reminder of the complexity of happiness.
Just be patient, she told herself, and with the mounting pages, the strength of her writing fist grew.
It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it has pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ice. As you may expect, someone has died.
Because you don't learn anything unless you can find the patience to read. TV takes that away from you. It robs you from your mind.
Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.
I think it's a mistake to think, 'Am I going to write a young adult book, or do I desperately want to write a book for adults?' I think the better ambition is to try to write someone's favorite book, because those categorizations of adult, young adult, become kind of superfluous.
I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. It suffices to say that at some point in time, I will be standing over you, as genially as possible. Your soul will be in my arms. A color will be perched on my shoulder. I will carry you gently away.
Obviously, there were ways to have made a lot more money and to have had more leisure. But I wouldn't choose that. I feel rich in ways that are unique and that I would never trade for tens of millions of dollars in the bank.
I have searched frantically for contentment for so many years in so many ways, and all the acquisitions and accomplishments- they run you down in the end.
Each in the most hidden sack kept the lost jewels of memory, intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses, the fragment of public or private happiness. A few, the wolves, collected thighs, other men loved the dawn scratching mountain ranges or ice floes, locomotives, numbers. For me happiness was to share singing, praising, cursing, crying with a thousand eyes. I ask forgiveness for my bad ways: my life had no use on earth.
The only way to avoid being miserable is not to have enough leisure to wonder whether you are happy or not.
I'm grounded in joy; I'm not grounded in the trauma anymore.
You may not know it, but at the far end of despair, there is a white clearing where one is almost happy.
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