Of the widow's countless death-duties there is really just one that matters: on the first anniversary of her husband's death the widow should think I kept myself alive.
Joyce Carol OatesRead
If I try to summon back his face, the sound of his voice, and the sensation in my stomach like a key turning in a lock when he touched me, I lose everything.
Interpretation
The quote explores the complexities and intensity of emotional memories associated with love.
In this quote, Joyce Carol Oates expresses the struggle of holding onto the memories of a loved one. The vivid imagery of summoning back a face, voice, and physical sensations highlights how deeply intertwined love is with our emotions, but also reveals the pain of trying to recapture something that may be lost forever. It suggests that attempting to relive those moments can lead to further loss of what is cherished.
In practice
During a heartfelt conversation about past relationships, I shared this quote to express the difficulty of remembering a lost love.
Of the widow's countless death-duties there is really just one that matters: on the first anniversary of her husband's death the widow should think I kept myself alive.
I never really knew I wanted to 'be' a writer, but I was always writing from a very young age. It became more conscious as an ideal when I was in my twenties.
I'm drawn to write about upstate New York in the way in which a dreamer might have recurring dreams. My childhood and girlhood were spent in upstate New York, in the country north of Buffalo and West of Rochester. So this part of New York state is very familiar to me and, with its economic difficulties, has become emblematic of much of American life.
My writing is often a way of 'bearing witness' for others who lack the education and the opportunity to tell their own stories, so I hope that my writing won't be affected too much by my personal life.
The worst cynicism: a belief in luck.
. . . there is a wish in the heart of mankind to be distracted and confused. Truth is but one attraction, and not always the most powerful.
My wish isn't to mean_x000D_ everything to everyone_x000D_ but something to someone.
Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life.
I like to write about love and love lost because I feel like there are so many different subcategories of emotions that you can possibly delve into.
The counterweight to the dominion of evil can consist in the first place only in the divine-human love of Jesus Christ that is always greater than any possible power of evil.
Out of five hundred who speak glibly of love, not one can spell the first letter of his name.
The one person who will never leave us, whom we will never lose, is ourself. Learning to love our female selves is where our search for love must begin.
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