It is my feeling that a story is not finished until it is read, and that the reader finishes it through his or her life experience, prejudices, worldview and thoughts.
Annie ProulxRead
Their silence comfortable. Something unfolding. But what? Not love, which wrenched and wounded. Not love, which came only once.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the complexities of silence in relationships, hinting that it does not signify love but rather something more ambiguous.
Annie Proulx's quote speaks to the deep, often unnameable emotions that can exist in the absence of love or passion. It suggests that while there may be a comfortable silence between people, it is not necessarily a sign of love, but rather an indication of a different kind of connection or emotion that may be unfolding, possibly entwined with past pain and experiences of lost love.
In practice
In a discussion about the nuances of relationships, this quote can illustrate the complexity of emotions beyond just love.
It is my feeling that a story is not finished until it is read, and that the reader finishes it through his or her life experience, prejudices, worldview and thoughts.
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You should write because you love the shape of stories and sentences and the creation of different words on a page. Writing comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to write.
I think it's important to leave spaces in a story for readers to fill in from their own experience.
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But the only rhyme he could summon for 'out' was 'sauerkraut,' which lacked poetic glory. He let it go. The right line would come in time. That was the thing about poetry. It crept up through the draws and coulees of the brain.
What could the Lord Jesus Christ have done for you more than he has? Then do not abuse his mercy, but let your time be spent in thinking and talking of the love of Jesus, who was incarnate for us, who was born of a woman, and made under the law, to redeem us from the wrath to come.
Loneliness is the worst pain in this world. It constantly eats away the person's heart, and can cause the person to hate, to feel enraged. It is like a wound of the heart; the type of wounds that cannot go away with a kiss or a hug. The only thing that can make this great pain go away is love and compassion, another human heart to pull them out of this hell.
But love like that doesn't just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there is always a little love left, underneath. Yes. Horrible, isn't it?
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I used to look in the mirror and feel shame, I look in the mirror now and I absolutely love myself.
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