The guys tried to distract me from the situation but it was all I could think about. As soon as I heard that shot, I just lost it. Knowing my best friend was gone forever was the hardest thing I ever had to face. I’m as lonely as ever without him, a piece of my heart is gone.
Good fathers are like a stanchion of the family unit– they are able to use their strength to support their children and their families through difficulties. They are solid and hardworking, and assume the role of the masculine leader within their family. Families that do not have strong men at their core often lack the guidance that is essential to their functioning dynamics. William Faulkner’s, As I Lay Dying, generates a family that is entirely faulted. After the mother, Addie Bundren, dies every member of the Bundren clan makes a contribution to their eventual collapse; however, Anse Bundren’s flaws are the underlying factor of every catastrophe which the family encounters.
This year, makes forty years since Morrie and I married. He gets deep into my soul and I love him for that. For forty years, Morrie has been my best friend, life partner and confidante. "Love or perish" is an aphorism from Morrie's favourite poet, W. H. Auden. Morrie gives his love to each individual that is a part of his life.
Before his mom and sisters died, he was given plenty of love. After they were gone, the only person left for him to love was his father. Chlomo Wiesel wasn’t the kind of person that shows love and affection to people though. It’s more towards the end of the book that Elie realizes how much he cares about his dad. At one point, when Chlomo was being beaten by Idek, he was ashamed of his father and he didn’t feel any grief for him.
There, in front of a dingy motel, Father waited. His face seemed to express relief.my heart sank. After years of my useless prayers, I knew it had finally happened-my parents were separated. I closed my fists so tightly I thought my fingers would tear into the palms of my hands.” (150-151) At the end of the plot David feels helpless he had lost faith that any good was going to come to him. The only person he had trusted and thought that he was going to get him out of his misery was
It was very obvious that Holden was feeling lonely throughout the book and even with all the people around him, he just felt like nothing was worth living because the one thing he loved was gone. It hurt so badly that Holden considered the possibility of suicide, but even that made him even more depressed. As stated in the book “What I really felt like, though, was committing suicide. I felt like jumping out the window. I probably would’ve done it, too, if I’d been sure somebody’d cover me up as soon as I landed” (Salinger 104).
I should of known long before that this whole situation would blow up in my face. If it's one thing I do know is that no good comes from lying, that truth will stare you in the face like your relfection in the mirror. It wasn't just those people in the court room that I had to lie infront of, I lied before god. I had to stand infront of all those people, bold-face lying that Tom Robinson abused me. When I sat back down, shame and guilt came crashing down on me like a tonn of bricks.
He says with a sad smile he missed his child’s first words. The war was his life then and it consumed him, but his heart was always somewhere else. John admits “I was scared that I would never come home and I would never get the chance to hold my baby in my arms and kiss my wife’s pretty face.” After the war was over though, John returned safely to Eleanore and Carol. It was not as difficult for him to adjust after being away for so long, mainly because he had a wife that loved him and a family to provide for. There wasn’t any time, he states, to feel sorry for him or think about what war was for him.
I never had a father figure and being a young boy at the reservation I really needed his advice. I needed his guidance and protection. Oh, man I wish I could have had him in my life. As far as my mother, that also brings pain and sorrow to my heart. She died while giving birth to me.
At last, my father half opened his eyes”(Wiesel ). He was trying to protect him and keep him by his side as long as possible, but the reality was much too different. His father passed and He could barely show emotion: “I did not weep and it pained me that I could not weep. But I was out of tears” (Wiesel 112). He was so emotionally drained he could not weep when his own father died, one can only begin to imagine feeling that