she had it in her to surrender to the pain of loving again. But there was something about him, which called to the emptiness inside her.
He beckoned her to give love another try. His eyes promised her love, love! Yet the very word connected her to pain and betrayal.
It was Samuel’s unrelenting persistence that caught Valarie off guard, a rare occasion she added.
She had told herself that no one would ever get her heart again and yet she had found herself dancing with the thought. How foolish it was to even entertain the very idea, which was like allowing a blade close enough to cut a vital organ.
Could she? Would she dare? It seemed ridiculous to even think about it. Had she not been burnt enough?
But there was something about Samuel’s friendship and she could not deny that. Although she had told herself that it was just a feeling and it would soon pass. However she feared that at some point the hurting would start, but without knowing she found herself outside of her own will.
‘Samuel, Samuel,’ his name rolled from her whispered breathes in disbelief. His comforting arms and smiles had matter. He touched her without her agreement.
What madness was this that was taking place? She thought that people got married when they fall in love. She surely could not say that she was in love.
Maybe she had said yes because it was safe, because she was not in love with him and he could not hurt her. Maybe, that was the reason. It was the only reason her mind could gave to her heart and it sufficed the moment.
Valarie reflected on Samuel’s love for her. ‘What was it about his love that could cause him such distress?’ She would often ask herself. Whatever it was, she knew she could not give back to him what he wanted.
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... but no matter what, he could not understand her. She mystified him, yet whatever she was going through he was determined to weather the storms with her. It made no sense to him, but the beating heart that spoke his love for her kept him going, and the more distant she became the more he wanted her love, needed her love. He was prepared to wait and wait, but with all the best intentions he got into trouble, deeper and deeper. One could say it collided with him along the way, and he didn’t know how to avoid it.
One thing led to another and a splash on the sea front drifted him into a cave at high tide.
It is a scary thing to find yourself pinned up against a wall, thought Samuel, with no way out. Your senses have a way of deserting you. Common sense floated away and Samuel was caught.
That was the beginning of more trouble for Samuel and much more was ahead.
“Instinctively, with sudden overmastering passion, at at the sight of her helplessness and her grief, he stretched out his arms, and next, would have seized her and held her to him, protected her from every evil with his very life, his very heart’s blood… But pride
She gets terrified and self-conscious and runs away because she thinks that he is only staying with her because his devotion felt more like a curse than actual love. In this piece of text you can catch heaps of similes and metaphors like, “Those calves, I swear, like bricks” (Rassette, 31), “He kept his dreams of us tucked away, hoarded them like those gas-station receipts he jams into the back pocket of his jeans” (Rassette, 32), “He’s charming, but in a dusty way, like the chimes of an old clock” (Rassette, 34), “Now I felt shriveled and curled, more like a fetus feasting on a conjoined twin than a mother growing a son” (Rassette, 31); this quote can also fit into the imagery category, even though it’s a bit too gory for readers to read about love. I picked this piece of text because it is one of those cliché stories where there is always a happy ending. It is also told in first person point of view, along with the other two
His heart began to beat faster as Daisy's white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
...ing her life, he is able to control something and finally rid himself of some of his torments.
Only in a dream, he can see her face. He hopes on day she will come to her place. The passion and love "Return to my mind, to my flesh." He pleads they had what all other want, and realizes he's a fool for not wanting to be caught.
He knew she was worried, angry, and euphoric all at the same time. It wasn't the first time he had deflowered a virgin. His cynical attitude found her stupid and uninteresting. How could she have been so gullible? Yet he couldn't deny he had been touched by her beauty and by the way she had yielded to him so easily. This girl wasn't coy, she was real, and she was going to enjoy her pleasures.
... ease her with the warmth of my body, to support her with the strength of my arms. But she did not expect this from me, and I did not give it.”
This was her first response to the news of his death. She would not had grieved over someone she did not love. Even in the heat of her passion she thinks about her lost love.
...her to feel despair. Her misery resulted in her doing unthinkable things such us the unexplainable bond with the woman in the wallpaper.
I was a child and she was a child in this kingdom by the sea and this maiden she lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me*
...a was raised, she was learning life lessons. She learned of violence from inside The Little Store. She never considered Mr. Sessions and the woman in the store to have any kind of relationship because Eudora never saw them sit down together at the table. Then tragedy struck, and this was how she learned of violence. She never knew exactly what had happened, but knew it was not good. The family just disappeared. Every time she came home from the store, she was carrying with her a little of what she had learned along the way. She learned a lot about, ?pride and disgrace, and rumors and early news of people coming to hurt one another, while others practiced for joy?storing up a portion for [her]self of the human mystery? (82).
her mind, and beloved serves as a form of therapy by drawing out the painful
She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over...
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
Her eyes glistened with tears as her lips trembled. The face of a woman, so powerful and with undeniable strength, had become weak in the sight of what lay before her. The man she loved. The man she cherished. What made her cry? For love had to be the strongest of all emotions to induce even the smallest of tears