Showing posts with label Michael Cunningham. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael Cunningham. Show all posts

Saturday, February 28, 2009

"These days, Clarissa believes, you measure people first by their kindness and their capacity for devotion. You get tired, sometimes, of wit and intellect; everybody's little display of genius."
-Michael Cunningham, The Hours, p. 18


This line is just plain beautiful. Where Cunningham could add subtle symbolism to his meditation, he instead says exactly what he means, and what I think we all need to hear.

What if we all gave up the academic discourse for a simple "How are you" or "It's nice to see you"? As much as I love reading, it saddens me when people constantly try to impress each other at cocktail parties with esoteric fluff. It takes far less energy, simply, to be a caring person. Let's take a lesson from this gifted writer and go out of our ways to be thoughtful and compassionate every day. Maybe we can even bring the beauty of literature to real life.