You imagine the carefully pruned, shaped thing that is presented to you is truth. That is just what it isn't. The truth is improbable, the truth is fantastic; it's in what you think is a distorting mirror that you see the truth.
Jean RhysRead
The rumble of the life outside was like the sound of the sea which was rising gradually around her.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that life can be overwhelming and chaotic, similar to the rising sea.
In this quote, Jean Rhys uses the metaphor of the sea to illustrate the way external life experiences encroach upon a person's inner world. The 'rumble of life' signifies the hustle and bustle of the outside world, which can become increasingly overwhelming, much like the rising sea that gradually envelops someone. This imagery evokes feelings of being both at one with the natural world and simultaneously threatened by it, reflecting the complexities of existence.
In practice
To illustrate the overwhelming nature of modern life in a speech about mental health.
You imagine the carefully pruned, shaped thing that is presented to you is truth. That is just what it isn't. The truth is improbable, the truth is fantastic; it's in what you think is a distorting mirror that you see the truth.
If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heaven. No more damned magic.
The musty smell, the bugs, the lonliness, this room, which is part of the street outside-this is all I want from life.
Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.
My life, which seems so simple and monotonous, is really a complicated affair of cafés where they like me and cafés where they don't, streets that are friendly, streets that aren't, rooms where I might be happy, rooms where I shall never be, looking-glasses I look nice in, looking-glasses I don't, dresses that will be lucky, dresses that won't, and so on.
I must write. If I stop writing my life will have been an abject failure. It is that already to other people. But it could be an abject failure to myself. I will not have earned death.
I don't know anybody's road who's been paved perfectly for them, there are no manuals, you don't know what life has in store for you.
I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,— The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own.
the time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely were too long.
If time were a bolt of cloth,” said Om, “I would cut out all the bad parts. Snip out the scary nights and stitch together the good parts, to make time bearable. Then I could wear it like a coat, always live happily.
If you're quiet, you're not living. You've got to be noisy and colorful and lively.
I hope you don't mind,_x000D_ _x000D_ I hope you don't mind,_x000D_ _x000D_ that I put into words,_x000D_ _x000D_ how wonderful life is,_x000D_ _x000D_ now you're in the world.
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