That I have no right to be jealous is irrelevant. It is a human passion: the sick, white underbelly of love.
Anita ShreveRead
And she thought then how strange it was that disaster--the sort of disaster that drained the blood from your body and took the air out of your lungs and hit you again and again in the face--could be at times, such a thing of beauty.
Interpretation
Disasters can reveal unexpected beauty amidst chaos and suffering.
In this quote, Anita Shreve explores the paradox of disaster, highlighting how experiences that are typically seen as devastating can also unveil profound beauty and depth of human experience. The visceral imagery of physical pain juxtaposed with the notion of beauty suggests that moments of struggle can lead to valuable insights and appreciation for life in its entirety.
In practice
In a speech about resilience, one might quote this to illustrate the potential for beauty in hardship.
That I have no right to be jealous is irrelevant. It is a human passion: the sick, white underbelly of love.
A single action can cause a life to veer off in a direction it was never meant to go. Falling in love can do that, you think. And so can a wild party. You marvel at the way each has the power to forever alter an individual's compass. And it is the knowing that such a thing can so easily happen, as you did not know before, not really, that has fundamentally changed you and your son.
I learned that night that love is never as ferocious as when you think it is going to leave you. We are not always allowed this knowledge, and so our love sometimes becomes retrospective.
And one more idea which may be laughed and sneered at in some supposedly sophisticated circles, but I just have to believe that the loving God who has blessed this land and thus made us a good and caring people should never have been expelled from America's classrooms. It's time to welcome Him back, because whenever we've opened ourselves and trusted in Him, we've gained not only moral courage but intellectual strength.
If you seek authenticity for authenticity's sake you are no longer authentic.
As days lengthen into weeks and months and even years of adversity, the hurt grows deeper. The Church cannot hope to save a man on Sunday if during the week it is a complacent witness to the crucifixion of his soul.
In every truth, the opposite is equally true. For example, a truth can only be expressed and enveloped in words if it is onesided.
So how, children, does the brain, which lives without a spark of light, build for us a world full of light?
I emphasize in it [my Orientalism] accortdingly that neither the term Orient nor the concept of the West has any ontological stability; each is made up of human effort, partly affirmation, partly identification of the Other.
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