It was as simple as that - they met. As simple as only beautiful things can be beautiful, as only life-changing things, turning-point things, can be simple. ("For The Rest Of Her Life")
Cornell WoolrichRead
I turned away from him and went on my way, up the street and about my business. The past was dead. The future was resignation, fatality, and could only end one way now. The present was numbness, that could feel nothing. Like Novocaine needled into your heart. What was there in all the dimensions of time for me? ("Life Is Weird Sometimes" first chapter of unpublished novel THE LOSER)
Interpretation
The quote reflects a sense of despair and numbness regarding time and existence, illustrating a struggle with the past, present, and future.
In this quote, Cornell Woolrich portrays a deep existential crisis where the speaker feels utterly detached from all dimensions of time. The past is perceived as lifeless, the future is bleak and resigned, and the present is characterized by an overwhelming numbness that leaves no room for hope or feeling. This sense of emotional void is likened to Novocaine, a numbing agent, injecting a powerful metaphor for the speaker's heartache and disconnection from life.
In practice
In a motivational speech about overcoming life's challenges.
It was as simple as that - they met. As simple as only beautiful things can be beautiful, as only life-changing things, turning-point things, can be simple. ("For The Rest Of Her Life")
Each unto himself has his own world that he looks out upon, and though someone else were to stand on the very selfsame inch of ground your feet were placed upon, guided by chalk marks, he would not see the same things you did.
As for her perfume, it was the kind you only noticed after she'd left a room, not while she was still in it. Even then you didn't realize it was perfume, you only wondered what had made you think of her just then.
I’ve been things and I've seen places.
So you can't dance? Not at all? Not even one step? How can you say that you've taken any trouble to live when you won't even dance?
The wonder is that so many OCDs manage to live productive lives, just the same. They work, they eat (often not enough or too much, it's true), they go to the movies, they make love to their girlfriends and boyfriends, their wives and husbands... and all the time those birds are there, clinging to them and pecking away little bits of flesh.
To me this is the first principle of life, the foundational principle, and a lesson you can't learn at the feet of any wise man: Get up! The art of living is simply getting up after you've been knocked down.
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
Everything is barely weeks. Everything is days. We have minutes to live.
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