Literature has this incredible ability to teach us something about ourselves that we can’t learn in our everyday lives. And it amazes me that as humans we’re able to find meaning in every novel, or play, or short story we read.
When I’m down I can hear Emily’s Victorian voice from Our Town: “Live people don’t understand do they? That’s all human beings are! Just blind people.” She tells me to make the most of every moment.
I hear Le Petit Prince, “Droit devant soi on ne peut pas aller bien loin...”. Walking in a straight line in front of you you won’t get very far. I dream big.
Nathaniel Hawthorne's words ring in my ears.“Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers,—stern and wild ones,—and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss”. I’ve learned that to evolve and grow is to question society.
Arthur Miller taught me about life, and fear, and oppression. “Life, woman, life is God’s most precious gift; no principle, however glorious, may justify the taking of it.”
One can never overestimate the power of words.