I don't want to write for adults. I want to write for readers who can perform miracles. Only children perform miracles when they read.
Astrid LindgrenRead
I have never experienced being madly in love the way most people seem to have been, although it is not something I would miss. Instead I have had an enormous ability to love my children and my grandchildren and my great grandchildren.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a unique perspective on love, prioritizing familial love over romantic experiences.
In this quote, Astrid Lindgren reflects on her experiences of love, noting that while she has not felt the intense passion of romantic love as others have, she finds profound fulfillment in her ability to love her family, particularly her children and grandchildren. This perspective highlights that love can take many forms, and the love for family can be as significant and enriching as any romantic connection.
In practice
During a family gathering, one could share this quote to emphasize the importance of familial love.
I don't want to write for adults. I want to write for readers who can perform miracles. Only children perform miracles when they read.
Once you become more and more watchful of your inner workings things become simple. Then a few things have to be dropped. One has not to be jealous if one wants to be loving. It becomes so clear that there is no question about it; one can simply see the point that if you are jealous, love is impossible. Jealousy is bound to create misery. Jealousy is part of ego, the shadow of the ego, the shadow of a shadow - and love needs egolessness. They can't go together, they can't co-exist.
It always boils down to the same thing - not only receiving love, but desperately needing to give it.
The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.
I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.
By my soul, I can neither eat, drink, nor sleep; nor, what's still worse, love any woman in the world but her.
A ring of gold with the sun in it? Lies. Lies and a grief.
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