We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.
Jeffrey EugenidesRead
Jerome was sliding and climbing on top of me and it felt like it had the night before, like a crushing weight. So do boys and men announce their intentions. They cover you like a sarcophagus lid. And call it love.
Interpretation
The quote illustrates the idea that some expressions of love can feel suffocating rather than liberating.
In this quote, Jeffrey Eugenides explores the complex nature of love, suggesting that what may be perceived as affectionate behavior can sometimes feel overwhelming and oppressive. The metaphor of a sarcophagus lid symbolizes how men might express their feelings in ways that smother rather than uplift, raising questions about the true nature of romance and emotional intimacy.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about unhealthy relationships in a public seminar.
We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.
It was the combination of many factors... With most people, suicide is like Russian roulette. Only one chamber has a bullet. With the Lisbon girls, the gun was loaded. A bullet for family abuse. A bullet for genetic predisposition. A bullet for historical malaise. A bullet for inevitable momentum. The other two bullets are impossible to name, but that doesn't mean the chambers were empty.
Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It's always there, though.
She lost much of her appetite. At night, an invisible hand kept shaking her awake every few hours. Grief was physiological, a disturbance of the blood. Sometimes a whole minute would pass in nameless dread - the bedside clock ticking, the blue moonlight coating the window like glue - before she`d remember the brutal fact that had caused it.
It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water.
All sixteen mentioned her jutting ribs, the insubstantiality of her thighs, and one, who went up to the roof with Lux during a warm winter rain, told us how the basins of her collarbones collected water.
Our maturity will be judged by how well we are able to agree to disagree and yet continue to love one another, to care for one another, and cherish one another and seek the greater good of the other.
Ah, lips that say one thing, while the heart thinks another.
Perhaps a sense of possessing needs to come to come before a sense of genuine sharing.
When you kill somebody's little sister with a missile, he's going to hate you forever. And the next generation will hate you even more.
Having felt people's love and support first hand through difficult moments in my life makes me feel it's our responsibility to help one another.
Most of us make up our minds in the first three minutes of meeting someone whether there's a potential for a relationship.
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