Love : A Short Story

Much has been said about love, but if you search the horizon, you will discover that most of the things written about love are either pithy or cynical.

I was in a place I was not familiar with, however, I would soon fall in love with. When I stepped off the giant steel contraption, I was greeted with a hot summer’s air. We then got into an old rusty van with the stench of cigarettes. Two hours later we finally reached our destination. Our destination was no resort on an island. Our destination was a small village out in seclusion. We walked around the village meeting the natives. As we was walking, I looked over my shoulder and saw a young lady. I glanced at her feet and noticed the red dirt overtaking the color of her skin. My preacher and I went over to her mud hut and told her about Jesus Christ. As my preacher was speaking, a little girl peaked her head out from her momma’s tattered skirt. I motioned her to approach me and handed her some candy. Her little smooth hands snatched the candy from mine. I welcomed her with a big grin and she returned with the same. Just to see one little girl smile made my entire

The short story, “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love” by Raymond Carver, invalidates the struggles and the lives of women, especially those that have experienced abuse. Carver oppresses women through lack of empathy for a victim and reinforcement of certain stereotypes.

Love is said to be the greatest human experience in which mankind are privilege to partake in. To love can be a wondrous experience filling life with bliss and other strong emotions. Some people believe to love is to be alive and be able to see the good in the world and others. The purpose of this paper is to examine and find a better understanding of what is love, to explore what people believe love to be, and what lies surround the perception of love and to explore and expose what the meaning true love is or at the very least the authors understanding of the perception of love. In addition to exploring the concept, deception and the truth of love,

People tend to hold onto objects because it reminds them of an important past or significant people whom they received it from. There are countless items people hold onto, one of mine is a picture of me and my siblings. Although the photo is flat and meaningless to some people, in my perspective, there is an immense depth and value to to the actual object. This picture, which illustrates what appears to be me and my siblings having a good time, demonstrates the love I have for them.

In Raymond Carver’s short story, “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love,” Mel, Terri, Nick, and Laura we drinking gin and have a unique conversation about what the concept of love meant for them. Laura is sitting there with her husband, Nick, just listening to Mel and Terri go on and on with his stories. The story that Terri tells about her love interpretation isn’t exactly a happy one, causing the tone to turn to a more pessimistic view on love. Terri starts out by telling a story of her Ex, who abused her and Mel for a while before killing himself. It was obvious that this relationship was far from healthy, but Terri insisted that her Ex loved her. Laura was asked to state her opinion but she simply said, “‘I don’t know anything about

Luv smiled. Rick wanted nothing more than to make her happy, at least in bed. In her heart, she knew she wasn’t ready for another serious relationship and he wasn’t either. Why did she have to pigeonhole it, name and analyze it? She told herself he cared for her. He'd said as much. It was kind of sexy thinking of herself as his mistress or lover. Once you give yourself a label like girlfriend or fiancee' there's list of expectations and responsibilities that come with it. She’d often told women to feed their partner’s fantasies if they were within reason. This was within reason. Lover was much sexier than the other labels. No baggage either. The only expectation was that of pleasure. Before now she hadn't considered herself a live in the moment

Language and communication can be used to show one’s affection towards another person, yet it is still difficult to convey the true meaning of love. The short story “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love” by Raymond Carver signifies through sharing vastly different experiences, that language is inadequate in communicating a clear definition of love. Each of the four characters in the short story explain to the group their own meaning of love while striving to come to a coherent conclusion. The first experience brought upon to the conversation was Terri’s ex-husband Ed. Terri claimed that although Ed beat her up, he loved her and “loved her so much he tried to kill her” (Carver 651). After Terri left him, he drank rat poison and when

Two stand in the center, one yearns for the power to not be a burden, the other wishes for the power to lift any hardship, yet both walk together, the strings of many emotions tying them together. As they stand together in me, they stood together outside of me. Mayhaps they, together, might stay here intertwined for a lifetime. Even now, though, a force pushes against my walls like the swelling tide of a raging sea, fully intent on shattering my fortifications, but I shall not let it. I will not let him steal my family.

Julie, in her black stockings and new cashmere sweater dress, showed up the cafe in hopes of a great date with the mysterious Brendan. Her friend Raymond had set them up and she was excited to finally meet him. As she walked in, she immediately saw the lanky, brooding boy; he was tucked into a corner table, reading a book with a title she couldn't pronounce if she tried. Walking quickly she was almost immediately in front of him. Brendan looked up at her and was absolutely enamored with the way her auburn hair so drastically contrasted with her pale blue dress. He sat up straight and marked his page all while looking at her.

Love is difficult to define, difficult to measure, and difficult to understand. Love is what great writers write about, great singers sing about, and great philosophers ponder. Love is a powerful emotion, for which there is no wrong definition, for it suits each and every person differently. Whether love is between family, friends, or lovers, it is an overwhelming emotion that can be experienced in many different ways.

I met her two years ago and we did not have much to say at that time. Little did I know that she would later steal my heart and become an intimate part of my life. As the saying goes "there is someone for anyone at any time in this life" and I was about to find out that this saying was so true. I have had a wall built around me and my defense was as a stronghold to protect myself from all the relationships that have come and gone over the years. I thought that I was meant to be alone in this old life and happiness was forever gone from me. This wonderful woman I am speaking of is Mary Doe, and the joy she has given me has revived my hope and faith that I may have finally found love and peace within. She has made me feel like I am a child

Essays in Love is a novel about two young people, who meet on an airplane between London and Paris and rapidly fall in love. The structure of the story isn’t unusual, but what lends the book its interest is the extraordinary depth with which the emotions involved in the relationship are analysed. Love comes under the philosophical microscope. An entire chapter is devoted to the nuances and subtexts of an initial date. Another chapter mulls over the question of how and when to say ‘I love you’. There’s an essay on how uncomfortable it can be to disagree with a lover’s taste in shoes and a lengthy discussion about the role of guilt in love.

A seemingly endless stretch of road takes me to where I am needed. The call that changes everything happened only moments ago and my heart has not ceased trying to pound its way out of my chest. The deep, dark abyss engulfs me as I speed past the barren land. The fear of missing this important moment overpowers the fear of hitting the crushing mass of a deer, so I press down on the gas pedal harder. Desperation causing all other worries and thoughts to fly out the window. I needed to be there the minute I got the call, but the 55 miles in between my destination and I laughs at my attempt to reach my destination in a timely manner and stretches on with no end in sight. Time is not my friend tonight. I feel the need to push the beast of a car as fast as it can possibly go bubbling up inside me, and I have to restrain myself with all my might. I am fighting a losing battle, I know, but still I try, knowing that I want to be there for this once in a lifetime moment. I had been waiting for this night for months, and now that it's finally here, I am in the middle of nowhere trying my hardest to get to where I need to be but not seeming to be getting anywhere.

Love is an abundant emotion that has different degrees. There is familial love, friendly love, unconditional love, and of course romantic love. Romantic love will be the superstar of this article. Romantic love may be around every corner whether between an old couple or a young teenage romance. However, love is not the easiest thing to attain. It is such a simple concept, though a difficult thing to actually have a person’s hands on.