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from The Sea, by John Banville
"What a little vessel of sadness we are, sailing in this muffled silence through the autumn dark."
"Life, authentic life, is supposed to be all struggle, unflagging acting and affirmation, the will butting its blunt head against the world's wall, but [...] to be concealed, protected, guarded, that's all I have ever truly wanted, to burrow down into a place of womby warmth and cover there, hidden from the sky's indifferent gaze and the harsh air's damagings."
And from the end of the Inheritance of Loss, by Karen Desai.
The character is a a teenage girl in Nepal, who is fairly well off in the midst of a lot of struggle. She is just out of her her first failed experiment with love, and her life is being changed by the Nepali independence movement. I love her insight:
"Life wasn't single in its purpose...or even in its direction...The simplicity of what she'd been taught wouldn't hold. Never again could she think there was not but one narrative and that this narrative belonged only to herself, that she might create her own tiny happiness and live within it."
"What a little vessel of sadness we are, sailing in this muffled silence through the autumn dark."
"Life, authentic life, is supposed to be all struggle, unflagging acting and affirmation, the will butting its blunt head against the world's wall, but [...] to be concealed, protected, guarded, that's all I have ever truly wanted, to burrow down into a place of womby warmth and cover there, hidden from the sky's indifferent gaze and the harsh air's damagings."
And from the end of the Inheritance of Loss, by Karen Desai.
The character is a a teenage girl in Nepal, who is fairly well off in the midst of a lot of struggle. She is just out of her her first failed experiment with love, and her life is being changed by the Nepali independence movement. I love her insight:
"Life wasn't single in its purpose...or even in its direction...The simplicity of what she'd been taught wouldn't hold. Never again could she think there was not but one narrative and that this narrative belonged only to herself, that she might create her own tiny happiness and live within it."