What did Joyce Carol Oates mean by: Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light. - Joyce Carol Oates Author · USA Copy
+ She wasn’t in love but she would love him, if that would save her. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, Joyce Carol Oates, 0 - Joyce Carol Oates Author · USA
+ For what is delusion but the prelude to hurt. And what is hurt but the prelude to rage. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, Joyce Carol Oates, Hurt, Prelude, Rage, 0 - Joyce Carol Oates Author · USA
+ Yet the fact had no consciousness of itself except through me. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, Joyce Carol Oates, Consciousness, Fact, 0 - Joyce Carol Oates Author · USA
+ celebrate while you can Feraz Zeid, September 10, 2023December 26, 2023, Joyce Carol Oates, Celebrate, 0 - Joyce Carol Oates Author · USA
+ In a family, what isn’t spoken is what you listen for. But the noise of a family is to drown it out. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, Joyce Carol Oates, Noise, 0 - Joyce Carol Oates Author · USA
+ At all crucial moments in our lives we want to speak without knowing what to say. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, Joyce Carol Oates, Knowing, Speak, 0 - Joyce Carol Oates Author · USA
+ The brain is a muscle of busy hills, the struggle of unthought things with things eternally thought. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, Joyce Carol Oates, Brain, Hills, Struggle, 0 - Joyce Carol Oates Author · USA
+ I read books. Avidly, ardently! As if my life depended upon it. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, Joyce Carol Oates, Book, Reading, 0 - Joyce Carol Oates Author · USA
You can’t make an architect. But you can open the doors and windows toward the light as you see it. - Frank Lloyd Wright Architect · USA
It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go. - Jean Genet Playwright · France
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
Every human being is a mixture of light and darkness, trust and fear, love and hate. - Jean Vanier Philosopher and theologian
Does it take the harsh light of disaster to show a person’s true nature? - Jean-Dominique Bauby Journalist · France
