Among writers, if you don't have a therapist, it's like saying you don't keep a journal or use the thesaurus. It's a natural accompaniment.
Amy TanRead
It is because I had so much joy that I came to have so much hate.
Interpretation
Joy and hate are interconnected emotions that can arise from deep personal experiences.
In this quote, Amy Tan suggests that intense emotions are often two sides of the same coin. The capacity for joy can be so profound that it creates an equally strong capacity for hate when those joys are threatened or lost. It speaks to the complexity of human emotions and how love, joy, and pain can intertwine in shaping personal experiences and relationships.
In practice
Using this quote in a discussion about the complexities of emotions in a relationship.
Among writers, if you don't have a therapist, it's like saying you don't keep a journal or use the thesaurus. It's a natural accompaniment.
Her education only made her unhappy thinking about it - that no matter how much she changed her life, she could not change the world that surrounded her.
You can't have intentions without consequences. The question is, who pays for the consequences? Saving fish from drowning. Same thing. Whoβs saved? Whoβs not?
I am fascinated by language in daily life: the way it can evoke an emotion, a visual image, a complex idea, or a simple truth.
Even if I had expected it, even if I had known what I was going to do with my life, it would have knocked the wind out of me. When something that violent hits you, you can't help but lose your balance and fall. And after you pick yourself up, you realize you can't trust anybody to save you- not your husband, not your mother, not God. So what can you do to stop yourself from tilting and falling all over again?
And for all those years, we never talked about the disaster at the recital or my terrible accusations afterward at the piano bench. All that remained unchecked, like a betrayal that was now unbreakable. So I never found a way to ask her why she had hoped something so large that failure was inevitable. And even worse, I never asked her what frightened me the most: Why had she given up hope?
Every hour that passed added to her grief, because it bore her further away from the living man, and because it was a tiny foretaste of the eternity she would have to spend without him.
It's a taboo that comes back over and over, to suggest that women can feel divided - that you can love your child and want to do everything for it, and at the same time want to put it away from you and reclaim something of yourself.
If you are not capable of being alone, your relationship is false. It is just a trick to avoid your loneliness, nothing else.
By helping others come unto Him, you will find that you have come unto Him yourself
Beware of making a woman cry. God is counting her tears.
If we lose love and self respect for each other, this is how we finally die.
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