A short story is the ultimate close-up magic trick -- a couple of thousand words to take you around the universe or break your heart.
Neil GaimanRead
Adults should not weep, I knew. They did not have mothers who would comfort them.
Interpretation
The quote highlights the emotional struggles faced by adults who lack maternal support.
In this quote by Neil Gaiman, the author reflects on the emotional hardships that come with adulthood, suggesting that without the nurturing support typically provided by a mother, adults are left to navigate their sorrows alone. It emphasizes the importance of maternal love and the impact of its absence on emotional well-being, evoking the societal expectation that adults must be stoic and self-reliant, even in their grief.
In practice
This quote could be shared during a discussion on parental influence in adulthood.
A short story is the ultimate close-up magic trick -- a couple of thousand words to take you around the universe or break your heart.
Jesus. Low-Key Lyesmith," said Shadow. and then he heard what he was saying and he understood. "Loki," he said. "Loki Lie-smith." "You're slow," said Loki, "but you get there in the end." And his lips twisted into a scarred smile and the embers danced in the shadows of his eyes.
As a teenager I wrote to R.A. Lafferty. And he responded, too, with letters that were like R.A. Lafferty short stories, filled with elliptical answers to straight questions and simple answers to complicated ones.
The important thing to understand about American history, wrote Mr. Ibis, in his leather-bound journal, is that it is fictional, a charcoal-sketched simplicity for the children, or the easily bored.
Nothing’s changed. You’ll go home. You’ll be bored. You’ll be ignored. No one will listen to you, really listen to you. You’re too clever and too quiet for them to understand. They don’t even get your name right.
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.
As disabled people, we are taught from a young age that those who are attracted to us are to be regarded with suspicion.
One cannot watch chimpanzee infants for long without realizing that they have the same emotional need for affection and reassurance as human children.
I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen. It's scary to think about. Point of reference again. When two people meet, each one is changed by the other so you've got two new people.
Marriage is but slavery made to appear civilized.
I'm more of an adventurous type than a relationship type.
Everything he'd done with regard to her in the last three years had been calculated to foreclose the intensely personal sort of talks they'd had when he was younger: to get her to shut up, to train her to contain herself, to make her stop pestering him with her overfull heart and her uncensored self. And now that the training was complete and she was obediently trivial with him, he felt bereft of her and wanted to undo it.
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