These things, she felt, were not to be passed around like disingenuous party favors. She kept an honor code with her journals and her poems. 'Inside, inside,' she would whisper quietly to herself when she felt the urge to tell.
Alice SeboldRead
Now I am in the place I call this wide wide Heaven because it includes all my simplest desires but also the most humble and grand. The word my grandfather uses is comfort. So there are cakes and pillows and colors galore, but underneath this more obvious patchwork quilt are places like a quiet room where you can go and hold someone's hand and not have to say anything. Give no story. Make no claim. Where you can live at the edge of your skin for as long as you wish.
Interpretation
The quote expresses the idea of finding true happiness in simple comforts and meaningful connections.
Alice Sebold highlights the importance of both physical comforts and emotional connections that contribute to a sense of happiness and contentment. She contrasts tangible pleasures, like cakes and colors, with the subtler joys found in quiet moments of intimacy and understanding, suggesting that true fulfillment comes from both simple desires and deep human connections.
In practice
During a speech about mental health, this quote could be used to emphasize the importance of finding joy in simple moments.
These things, she felt, were not to be passed around like disingenuous party favors. She kept an honor code with her journals and her poems. 'Inside, inside,' she would whisper quietly to herself when she felt the urge to tell.
After telling the hard facts to anyone from lover to friend, I have changed in their eyes. Often it is awe or admiration, sometimes it is repulsion, once or twice it has been fury hurled directly at me for reasons I remain unsure of.
The stains could be seen only in the sunlight, so Ruth was never really aware of them until later, when she would stop at an outdoor cafe for a cup of coffee, and look down at her skirt and see the dark traces of spilled vodka or whiskey. The alcohol had the effect of making the black cloth blacker. This amused her; she had noted in her journal: 'booze affects material as it does people'.
Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.
As she stood in the darkened room and watched my sister and father, I knew one of things that heaven meant. I had a choice, and it was not to divide my family in my heart.
She liked to imagine that when she passed the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was.
That's always the biggest surprise when people meet me: how buoyant I am and how fun and light I am.
A journal, is a book that shall contain a record of all your joy, your ecstasy, what you are grateful for.
Account no man happy till he dies.
All men have happiness as their object: there is no exception. However different the means they employ, they all aim at the same end.
We learn our lessons; we get hurt; we want revenge. Then we realize that actually, happiness and forgiving people is the best revenge.
To be content with little is hard; to be content with much, impossible.
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