Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed--sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's going to be.
Jodi PicoultRead
I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the profound inner struggle of carrying shame and the desire to hide it from the world.
In this quote, Jodi Picoult uses an evocative metaphor to illustrate how deeply personal shame can be. The imagery of drawing shame over one's skin signifies how intimately it is tied to one's identity, while the reference to a violin's bow suggests that, although the shame is profound, it remains silent and unheard by others. It speaks to the universal experience of concealed emotions and the longing for understanding and acceptance.
In practice
Using this quote in a discussion about mental health to highlight the hidden struggles people face.
Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed--sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's going to be.
Whether it was power they sought, or revenge, or love-well, those were all just different forms of hunger. The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.
she told me she'd be a phoenix." The image of the mythical creature rising from the ashes glitters in my mind. "They don't really exist." "She said that depends on whether or not there's someone who can see them.
for 100,000 (dollars), you [can] flatten a house with a wrecking ball. Imagine how much less it [takes] to destroy something than it [does] to build it in the first place.
But if you seek forgiveness, doesn't that automatically mean you cannot be a monster? By definition, doesn't that desperation make you human again?
when you [lose someone], it feels like the hole in your gum when a tooth falls out. You can chew, you can eat, you have plenty of other teeth, but your tongue keeps going back to that empty place, where all nerves are still a little raw
So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice.
A weakened mind always sees everything through a black veil. The soul makes its own horizons; your soul is dark, which is why you see such a cloudy sky.
that while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world.
Dominique as Gail looks at her "... there is a stage of worship which makes the worshiper himself an object of reverence."
History is but the unrolled scroll of prophecy.
Capitalism tries for a delicate balance: It attempts to work things out so that everyone gets just enough stuff to keep them from getting violent and trying to take other peopleβs stuff.
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