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
You wake up one morning, those years are gone. There's a comfort in this fact perhaps. I want to think that there must be comfort in all facts we can't alter.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the acceptance of time passing and the comfort that can be found in the unchangeable aspects of life.
Joyce Carol Oates expresses a profound truth about the passage of time and the inevitability of change. The quote suggests that while we may grieve the loss of years, there is solace to be found in accepting that some facts of life are beyond our control. This acceptance can bring a sense of peace, allowing us to focus on the present rather than longing for what has passed.
In practice
In a motivational speech about embracing the passage of time.
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.
The side of fairytales I don't like is that they always have happy endings, that there's just good and evil, and things are perfect. But life is a little more complicated, and that's what I try to teach my kids.
Life is a song, sing it. Life is a struggle, accept it.
Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went.
Everything is barely weeks. Everything is days. We have minutes to live.
A day without a dark cloud. Almost a happy day. There were three thousand six hundred and fifty-three days like that in his stretch. From the first clang of the rail to the last clang of the rail. Three thousand six hundred and fifty-three days. The three extra days were for leap years.
Folks, I'm telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between.
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