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
I was trying not to be happy, hopeful. I did not believe I deserved happiness or even hope, if you knew my soul.
Interpretation
This quote expresses a struggle with feelings of unworthiness regarding happiness and hope.
Joyce Carol Oates reflects on a personal internal conflict where she feels undeserving of happiness and hope due to her self-perception and inner turmoil. The quote suggests a deep-seated belief that one's past or soul somehow disqualifies them from experiencing joy, highlighting how self-worth can greatly influence emotional well-being.
In practice
In a motivational speech about overcoming personal struggles, this quote can illustrate the journey towards recognizing one's worth.
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.
Confidence; as a teenager? Because I knew what I loved. I loved to read; I loved to listen to music; and I love cats. Those three things. So, even though I was an only kid, I could be happy because I knew what I loved.
The right to happiness is fundamental; men live so little time and die alone.
Nothing prevents happiness like the memory of happiness.
She decides to make a list of the things that make her happy. She writes 'plum-blossom' at the top of a piece of paper. Then she stares at the paper, unable to think of anything else. Eventually it begins to get dark.
Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?
I felt white, drained of blood, cared for, purified. Peaceful.
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