We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.
Jeffrey EugenidesRead
Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness", "joy", or "regret". Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that is oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that human emotions are complex and cannot be adequately described by simple words.
Jeffrey Eugenides argues that the limitations of language fail to capture the full spectrum of human emotions, which are often hybrid and nuanced rather than fitting neatly into defined categories like 'sadness' or 'joy'. He highlights the patriarchal nature of language that often simplifies feelings, advocating for a richer vocabulary that reflects our complicated emotional landscape.
In practice
In a discussion about mental health, this quote can highlight the inadequacy of one-word descriptions of feelings.
We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.
It was the combination of many factors... With most people, suicide is like Russian roulette. Only one chamber has a bullet. With the Lisbon girls, the gun was loaded. A bullet for family abuse. A bullet for genetic predisposition. A bullet for historical malaise. A bullet for inevitable momentum. The other two bullets are impossible to name, but that doesn't mean the chambers were empty.
Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It's always there, though.
She lost much of her appetite. At night, an invisible hand kept shaking her awake every few hours. Grief was physiological, a disturbance of the blood. Sometimes a whole minute would pass in nameless dread - the bedside clock ticking, the blue moonlight coating the window like glue - before she`d remember the brutal fact that had caused it.
It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water.
Jerome was sliding and climbing on top of me and it felt like it had the night before, like a crushing weight. So do boys and men announce their intentions. They cover you like a sarcophagus lid. And call it love.
It becomes still more difficult to find Words at once true and kind, Or not untrue and not unkind.
The natural aristocracy I consider as the most precious gift of nature for the instruction, the trusts, and government of society. And indeed it would have been inconsistent in creation to have formed man for the social state, and not to have provided virtue and wisdom enough to manage the concerns of the society. May we not even say that that form of government is the best which provides the most - for a pure selection of these natural aristoi into the offices of government?
Men and women were created for something great, for infinity. Nothing else will ever be enough.
It is much easier to do something than to trust in God; we mistake panic for inspiration.
When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.
We become what we behold. We shape our tools and then our tools shape us.
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