Poverty is a reaper: it harvests everything inside us that might have made us capable of social intercourse with others, and leaves us empty, purged of feeling, so that we may endure all the darkness of the present day.
Interpretation
Poverty strips away our ability to connect emotionally with others, leaving us devoid of feelings.
This quote illustrates how poverty affects not just our material circumstances but also our emotional and social capacities. It suggests that the experience of poverty can isolate individuals, removing their potential for meaningful interactions and deep connections with others, resulting in a sense of emptiness and heightened suffering in a challenging world.
In practice
In a speech addressing social issues, one might say, 'As Muriel Barbery noted, poverty is a reaper that leaves us empty, devoid of feelings necessary for connection.'
Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us. Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And, with each swallow, time is sublimed.
But many intelligent people have a sort of bug: they think intelligence is an end in itself. They have one idea in mind: to be intelligent, which is really stupid. And when intelligence takes itself for its own goal, it operates very strangely: the proof that it exists is not to be found in the ingenuity or simplicity of what it produces, but in how obscurely it is expressed.
Sashimi is velvet dust, verging on silk, or a bit of both, and the extraordinary alchemy of its gossamer essence allows it to preserve a milky density unknown even by clouds.... my cheeks recalled the effects of its profound caress.
If, in our world, there is any chance of becoming the person you haven't yet become...will I know how to seize that chance, turn my life into a garden that will be completely different from my forebears'?
Because beauty consists of its own passing, just as we reach for it. It's the ephemeral configuration of things in the moment, when you can see both their beauty and their death.
There's so much humanity in a love of trees, so much nostalgia for our first sense of wonder, so much power in just feeling our own insignificance when we are surrounded by nature...yes, that's it: just thinking about trees and their indifferent majesty and our love for them teaches us how ridiculous we are - vile parasites squirming on the surface of the earth - and at the same time how deserving of life we can be, when we can honor this beauty that owes us nothing.
What sense or thought do they have? They follow the popular singers, and they take the crowd as their teacher.
Our collective freedom... depends on our ability to defend the rights of others.
My divine sign indicates the future to me.
Understand now, I'm purely a fiction writer and do not profess to be an earnest student of political science, but I believe strongly that such a law as one prohibiting liquor is foolish, and all the writers, keenly interested in human welfare whom I know, laugh at the prohibition law.
Everybody is very much alike, really. But fortunately, perhaps, they don't realise it. - Miss Marple
One will rarely err if extreme actions be ascribed to vanity, ordinary actions to habit, and mean actions to fear.
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