But always, to her, red and green cabbages were to be jade and burgundy, chrysoprase and prophyry. Life has no weapons against a woman like that.
Edna FerberRead
Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.
Interpretation
Dwelling on the past can hinder your current experience and connections with others.
In this quote, Edna Ferber emphasizes the importance of staying present rather than fixating on past experiences. By suggesting that living in the past leads to a dull and lonely existence, she illustrates how nostalgia can obscure your vision, causing disconnection from the present and from those around you. The metaphor of straining neck muscles suggests that looking back can make it difficult to engage with the world as it is now, prompting each individual to focus on the future and the opportunities it holds.
In practice
Using this quote in a motivational speech about personal growth.
But always, to her, red and green cabbages were to be jade and burgundy, chrysoprase and prophyry. Life has no weapons against a woman like that.
Life can't defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death.
It's terrible to realize you don't learn how to live until you're ready to die, and then it's too late.
I think in order to write really well and convincingly, one must be somewhat poisoned by emotion, dislike, displeasure, resentment, fault-finding, imagination, passionate remonstrance, a sense of injustice-they all make fine fuel.
Naturally, there's got to be a limit for I don't expect to live forever, but I do intend to hang on as long as possible.
And, Joey, if you ever want to know about the japonicas and the daisy fields it will be alright that you have forgotten because I will be able to tell you about how it felt to be feeling that way you cannot quite remember β that will be for the time when something happens years from now that reminds you of now.
O Lord God, we pray that we may be inspired to nobleness of life in the least things. May we dignify all our daily life. May we set such a sacredness upon every part of our life, that nothing shall be trivial, nothing unimportant, and nothing dull, in the daily round.
Death, but not for you, gunslinger. Never for you. You darkle. You tinct. May I be brutally frank? You go on.
Mourning is one of the most profound human experiences that it is possible to have... The deep capacity to weep for the loss of a loved one and to continue to treasure the memory of that loss is one of our noblest human traits.
I grew up playing in the streets. We played two-hand touch from street pole to street pole. That's how I learned the game.
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