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
It takes a year, nephew... a full turn of the calendar, to get over losing someone.
Interpretation
Grieving the loss of a loved one takes time and cannot be rushed.
Annie Proulx emphasizes the profound nature of grief by suggesting that it requires a full year to process the loss of someone dear. This period reflects the cyclical nature of life and time, indicating that healing is a gradual journey that unfolds with the passage of seasons and moments.
In practice
In a eulogy to remind attendees that grieving is a process that takes time.
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.
No wonder, he thought, that the panhandle people were a godly lot, for they lived in sudden, violent atmospheres. Weather kept them humble.
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.
If a piece of knotted string can unleash the wind, and if a drowned man can awaken, then I believe a broken man can heal.
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.
We keep each other alive with our stories. We need to share them, as much as we need to share food. We also require for our health the presence of good companions. One of the most extraordinary things about the land is that it knows this—and it compels language from some of us so that as a community we may converse about this or that place, and speak of the need.
ah, you always go for the ones who don't really want you
I always knew I had a relationship with God. But I wasn't sure God had a relationship with me.
My mother always told me, 'Don't get married. Make your own life. You don't need a man.'
For reasons he couldn’t understand a sadness came over him and it was then he saw the girl standing on the other side of the dirt road, her eyes pools of absolute sorrow, her light brown hair glowing in the splinters of sunlight that forced their way through the trees.
Marriage, sanctified by the bond of fidelity, is the nearest life gets to a work of art.
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