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.
People are basically the same the world over. Everybody wants the same things - to be happy, to be healthy, to be at least reasonably prosperous, and to be secure. They want friends, peace of mind, good family relationships, and hope that tomorrow is going to be even better than today.
I think we pursue positive relationships whether or not they bring us engagement or happiness.
A man's women folk, whatever their outward show of respect for his merit and authority, always regard him secretly as an ass, and with something akin to pity.
Inside Laila too a battle was being waged : guilt on one side, partnered with shame, and, on the other, the conviction that what she and Tariq had done was not sinful; that it had been natural, good, beautiful, even inevitable, spurred by the knowledge that they might never see each other again.
Part of the reason people don't talk about their loneliness is that they feel they will be judged for it.
Our marriage works because we each carry clubs of equal weight and size.
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