Every writing teacher I ever had except for one told me I was an awful writer, had no idea what I was doing, and should stop immediately. It only took the one to tell me something different to light a fire under me.
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But the thought arrived inside her like a train: Marya Morevna, all in black, here and now, was a point at which all the women she had been met—the Yaichkan and the Leningrader and the chyerti maiden; the girl who saw the birds, and the girl who never did—the woman she was and the woman she might have been and the woman she would always be, forever intersecting and colliding, a thousand birds falling from a thousand oaks, over and over.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects the complexity of identity and the intersection of past, present, and potential selves.
In this evocative quote by Catherynne M. Valente, the author reflects on the myriad of identities that a woman can embody through her experiences and choices. The imagery of trains and falling birds symbolizes the intersection of past lives and aspirations, illustrating how each woman's journey is a tapestry woven from various threads of possibilities and realities that collide and coexist within her. It suggests a deep contemplation of selfhood and the multifaceted nature of personal identity.
Themes
IdentitySelfPotentialExperienceIntersection
In practice
Example use cases
In a personal development workshop, to illustrate the complexity of identity.
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