Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the bittersweet nature of memories, particularly those from childhood.
In this quote, Marguerite Duras evokes a sense of nostalgia by contrasting stormy skies with summer rain, symbolizing the coexistence of sorrow and joy. The mention of childhood suggests that our early experiences are often tinged with both beauty and sadness, prompting reflection on how these moments shape our identities and emotions throughout life.
In practice
During a speech about the importance of childhood experiences, this quote illustrates the emotional complexity of our formative years.
Alcohol doesn't console, it doesn't fill up anyone's psychological gaps, all it replaces is the lack of God. It doesn't comfort man. On the contrary, it encourages him in his folly, it transports him to the supreme regions where he is master of his own destiny.
What she said was always strange. It had happened long ago. It seemed insignificant. And yet it was something you remembered forever. The words as well as the story. The voice as much as the words.
I'm still there, watching those possessed children, as far away from the mystery now as I was then. I've never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.
Perhaps someone will have seen mine, the one Iβm waiting for, just as I saw him, in a ditch when his hands were making their last appeal and his eyes no longer could see. Someone who will never know what that man was to me; someone whose name Iβll never know.
A prolonged silence ensues. The reason for the silence is our growing interest one for the other. No one is aware of it, no one yet; no one? am I quite sure?
A house means a family house, a place specially meant for putting children and men in so as to restrict their waywardness and distract them from the longing for adventure and escape they've had since time began.
Racism was not a problem on the Discworld, because - what with trolls and dwarfs and so on - speciesism was more interesting. Black and white lived in perfect harmony and ganged up on green.
...which causes me to wonder, my own purpose on so many days as humble as the spider's, what is beautiful that I make? What is elegant? What feeds the world?
While you have a thing it can be taken from youβ¦..but when you give it, you have given it. no robber can take it from you. It is yours then forever when you have given it. It will be yours always. That is to give.
The path of a good woman is indeed strewn with flowers; but they rise behind her steps, not before them.
When one of my Japanese teacups is broken, I imagine that the real cause was not the careless hand of a maid but the anxieties of the figures inhabiting the curves of that porcelain. Their grim decision to commit suicide doesn't shock me: they used the maid as one of us might use a gun.
Bureaucracy defends the status quo long past the time when the quo has lost its status.
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