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
She wasn't in love but she would love him, if that would save her.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a complex relationship where love is conditional, hinting at sacrifice and emotional conflict.
In this quote by Joyce Carol Oates, the speaker suggests that although she does not feel love in its purest form, she is willing to embrace a semblance of it to save someone she cares about. This highlights the complexities of human emotions, where love can sometimes be intertwined with obligation, sacrifice, and the desire to prevent harm to others, even if it does not stem from genuine romantic feelings.
In practice
This quote can be used in a literary discussion about complex character relationships.
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.
Jesus did not always like the Apostles' way of acting, but by adapting himself to their temperament, praying for them to his father, giving them a holy example of conduct, he loved them, and that love changed them.
He held her as though she was a gift. Given to him in love. Something still and small. Unbearably precious.
When I get older losing my hair many years from now. Will you still be sending me a Valentine. Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I'd been out till quarter to three would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four?
All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.
Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes, come on, let us sway together, under the trees, and to hell with thunder.
Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive.
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