Everyone is faced with trials and tribulations throughout their whole life. The saying “life is 10% what happens to you and 90% is your attitude towards it” was made famous by well known Christian extraordinaire, Charles R. Swindle. I strongly agree with this statement and try to live my life by it. In “The Help”, we spend some time getting to know two of the ladies in this story, Minny Jackson and Celia Rae Foote. Now these ladies could hardly be any more different, however they seem to be dependent
Eulogy for Grandmother I looked at myself in the mirror. I noticed the lines of my face and the curve of my neck. I looked down at my hands remembering the moment I first realized that they looked like hers. Long, thin, delicate hands perfect for playing the piano or braiding cornrows. All my life I had not noticed until the day I sat at her bedside holding her hand in mine. She had told me that she was not afraid to die. We sat in silence for a long time, sometimes sharing a stare and a smile
The sun has going down, yet I still can look through her mesmerizing eyes pleading to me for the nth time. Hope this is not true, hoping that all of my statement is nothing, like I just want to tease her with my joke, one of my really bad joke, and after that we could be all together and feel the other presence as always. But these 3 years we had shared together, all moment we could not forget easily, will become our last secret, which others wouldn’t know. Nothing had come from my mouth, as well
"I love you, Allie!" Mark's voice came through the trees. Even through the pounding hooves and sound of the ultralight, the words were surprisingly distinct. Allie reached the edge of the dense woods and slowed accommodate the thickening of branches and brush. Jay tried to keep up, but began to lose sight of them as they zigzagged through the woods. "Allie! Wait!" he called. Shock of shocks, she stopped. The pack horses crowed in around her. The ultralight swooped past at about the same time Jay
I have 2 big sisters, Elizabeth and Jodie. Eli is 5 and Jodie is almost 2 years older than me. My father had raised us alone, because my mother was died when I was 7. The days that time were really hard for everyone. She was very cheerful and kind. All of my memories what were made with my mum are precious still now. But it was ten years ago, time have passed and we are good now. I have a relative good relationship with my sisters, eminently with my oldest. … I turned the key in the lock and opened
Phoenix Jackson One could view Phoenix Jackson as an old granny who might be a little crazy in the head. Another could describe Phoenix as a frail elderly woman who has lived through a lot of life's history. Either accusation could probably be proven true to a certain degree. Phoenix Jackson carries those traits along with many more. Phoenix Jackson was a free-spirited, caring, and gentle elderly Negro woman who lived only to save her grandson's life. Phoenix Jackson was a tough woman for her age
It is the complexity of the main characters and their interactions that make A Streetcar Named Desire such a successful and challenging play. The play A Streetcar Named Desire made playwright Tennessee William's name and has deservedly since had over half a century of success. This remarkable success can be credited to the intricate characters and their interactions with each other. Sisters, Stella and Blanche have had an enjoyable upbringing on the family plantation, "Belle Reve". As the name suggests
About being unable to spend every night with her, he was sorry. About her being confined to the hospital, he was sorry. He was sorry that her fever never left 104.9 degrees fahrenheit and he was sorry that all he could ever do was hold her hand and wait for her body to heal. There was so little he could do, and now there were only two words that described him: desperate and helpless. Roy rested his head on the edge of the bed. It wasn't a coma she was in, per se, but it was still pretty damn dangerous
Then she looked at me. I thought that she was looking at me for the first time. But then, when she turned around behind the lamp and I kept feeling her slippery and oily look in back of me, over my shoulder, I understood that it was I who was looking at her for the first time. I lit a cigarette. I took a drag on the harsh, strong smoke, before spinning in the chair, balancing on one of the rear legs. After that I saw her there, as if she'd been standing beside the lamp looking at me every night.
Time catches up with you. There is no doubt about it, and there is no way you are ever going from escape it. That's the harsh truth. It's not something you often think about, is it? Especially when you are young, why would it be? But as you grow older, much older that is, it beats harmoniously with the rhythm of your heart and becomes a constant reminder to you of what has been and what will be. But time is, of course, beautiful, and every moment should be cherished because time is absolutely
In An American Childhood by Annie Dillard, Dillard reminisces on her many adventures throughout her childhood living in Pittsburgh. Her stories explain her school, her home life, her family, and growing up. Dillard also talks about changes in her life, and how they affect her, and how she felt about others around her. One’s childhood is a crucial part of life, because it’s a time of learning more than any other time of life. Childhood is a time of curiosity and realization. What you learn in your
Mary, the kitchen maid, stood behind Mrs Broadbeam the cook in the kitchen. His Lordship wants to see me? Mary asked, looking at the cook's broad hips and behind. That's what was said, Mrs Broadbeam replied, rolling out pastry on a huge table. What's it about? Mary said. How would I know, the cook said, I'm in no position to ask that. Mary wiped her damp hands on her apron. Steam rose from pots on the stove. Who asked for me? Did he come down himself and ask for me? Mary said, standing beside the
People often have nicknames to describe details about themselves. Nicknames are not self-created but given to the person from friends or even comrades. In “Into The Lake Of The Woods” By Tim O' Brian, this is the case with John Wade, a former soldier that was nicknamed “Sorcerer”. John Wade is named Sorcerer because of use of magic in his youth and how the men is his squad would feel protected because of his magical powers. As Sorcerer is Wade's alter ego, it seems that it goes on to cost him dearly
Lily slowly opened her eyes and recognized those all too familiar pings in her head. The pain started to flood into her body, but she chuckled in spite of it. “I had worse,” she whispered to herself and slowly opened her eyes. Rick obviously didn't kill her, but she remembered they made quite a mess of the apartment. Letting her eyes adjust she noticed it was still night. She thought it must be the same night, unless he knocked her out really good this time, and it's been days. She noticed she was
but it ties in with the album so well. She speaks of a man that did her wrong, but she cannot seem to stop admiring him. Something a lot of people can relate to. There is nothing wrong with admiring from afar, but letting that same person that hurt you back into your life is a different story. Essentially this is just a playful song, and she is not encouraging people to start loving the abuser all over again. The final song is called “Tell Him (Live),” to wrap up the album she talks to everyone that
A year later. The buzz from my cell phone forced me to open my eyes. Yawning, I closed my eyes again, did not feel to wake up yet. Besides, my bedroom was still dark. Well, I closed the entire curtain tightly last night because my goal was to sleep in. The cell phone buzzed again. And again. And again. Sighed, I stretched my hand to pick it up. Twelve messages popped up once I turned my phone on. Who sent me text that much this morning? I clicked on the messages: from Gail Ainsworth, my next-door
Ned pulls his arm from Lysa Tully's tight grip. "I'm sure she's just getting ready." Ned says. "Then why isn't she answering me?" Lysa asks, panic written over her face, her blue eyes watery and Ned hopes she doesn’t start crying. "Look, I'll go and talk to the grounds keeper about keys. Alright?" Ned tells her before walking off. "Okay, but hurry." The girl says as he turns to leave. Ned walks quickly outside to search for the man. The wedding was to start in five minutes and all the guests
In her short story “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been,” Joyce Carol Oats demonstrates how vanity and innocence combined, can bring bad consequences in someone’s life. That is the characterization that the author gives about Connie, a 15 year old teenager who thought that she had the world in her hands, because she never thought of the consequences of being promiscuous or too “outgoing.” The innocence of her age and her overconfident personality did not let her see how vulnerable she was to
The Two Hearts - Original Writing She walked endlessly down the shore, the sea mocking her conscience. She hears the waves whispering its verdict that she’s wrong. She cannot cry any more for the sorrow she feels is too profound, too deep. She looks up and sees the scattered clouds partially dim the littered stars, tormenting the knowledge that she could never have the love that she had and lost. She sees the crescent moon staring down at her with pity, reminding her of the warmth and gentle
The Development of Bathsheba Everdene in Far from the Madding Crowd “Far from the Madding Crowd”, by Thomas Hardy is about an immature nineteen-year-old girl called Bathsheba Everdene; she has difficulties throughout the novel. She has some good and bad experiences. These are with three different characters. In the beginning of the novel Bathsheba is vain, insensitive, egocentric and stubborn. She gradually develops through the novel as she becomes less vain, stubborn, insensitive, and