I think it's a mistake to ever look for hope outside of one's self. One day the house smells of fresh bread, the next of smoke and blood. One day you faint because the gardener cuts his finger off, within a week you're climbing over corpses of children bombed in a subway. What hope can there be if that is so? I tried to die near the end of the war. The same dream returned each night until I dared not to go to sleep and grew quite ill. I dreamed I had a child, and even in the dream I saw it was my life, and it was an idiot, and I ran away. But it always crept onto my lap again, clutched at my clothes. Until I thought, if I could kiss it, whatever in it was my own, perhaps I could sleep. And I bent to its broken face, and it was horrible...but I kissed it. I think one must finally take one's life in one's arms.
Arthur Miller
from the play After the Fall
4 comments:
hey chitra...discovered ur blog entirely by accident. this is shereen, wiam's friend, member?
i love arthur miller.
Taking one's life in one's arms is an act of great courage.
hey shereen,
i do remember you. What accident was it that brought you to the blog?
I have to admit I haven't read much Miller besides "Death of a Salesman". I actually found this quote much by accident myself, while searching for another one :)
beautiful :)
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