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
If a small thing has the power to make you angry, does that not indicate something about your size?
My principle anguish and the source of all my joys and sorrows from my youth onward has been the incessant, merciless battle between the spirit and the flesh.
In individuals, insanity is rare; but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.
Life, it turns out, is infinitely more clever and adaptable than anyone had ever supposed.
I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend.
If aliens visit us, the outcome would be much as when Columbus landed in America, which didn't turn out well for the Native Americans.
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