The woman doesn't look up. It's as if she's deaf. Maybe she is. Maybe she's like the Cambodian women I've read about, the ones who witnessed so many atrocities that they have willed themselves blind. Maybe that's what you have to do sometimes to survive. You kill off part of yourself, your hearing or eyesight, your capacity for hope.
She realized that being starved for words was the same as being starved for food, because both left a hollow place inside you, a place you needed filled to make it through another day. Rachel remembered how growing up she’d thought living on a farm with just a father was as lonely as you could be. (130)
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote highlights the importance of words for emotional and spiritual nourishment, equating their absence to physical hunger.
In this quote, Ron Rash conveys the idea that a lack of words and communication leaves individuals feeling empty and isolated, similar to the physical hunger experienced without food. The speaker reflects on their past loneliness, drawing a parallel between the emotional void created by insufficient expression and the solitude felt in a physically barren environment, such as a farm. This emphasizes the significance of language and connection in fulfilling one's emotional needs.
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Example use cases
In a speech about communication, one might use this quote to emphasize the necessity of expressing one's thoughts.
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