I still cant place this feeling or how it came to me. I have talked to my friends, and family, but they dont understand what I am feeling. Nobody does, nobody understands me. I cant do anything to control this. I just want to live my life without this feeling.
The heat and thirst, the stench and the lack of air was suffocating. Yet that was nothing compared to her screams. It was killing me. We were pulling into a station. The name ‘Auschwitz’ was shouted out.
Surrounded with filth with no escape. So thirsty, so hungry, and so sad and unwanted. No one to love them and give them what they need. Well together we can stop this pain and suffering of the thousands of dogs and together we can stop Australian puppy
Dimmesdale is just too weak and good-natured to shoulder the kind of blame he is foisting upon himself.He tried to hide his sin and guilt but, his heart literally weakened, and he died. 1a) "Poor, miserable man! what right had infirmity like his to burden itself with crime? Crime is for the iron-nerved, who have their choice either to endure it, or, if it press too hard, to exert their fierce and savage strength for a good purpose, and fling it off at once!” Pg.172 Do not be a hypocrite. Do not put a false point to the world to make it seem like you have no faults.
There are several recurrent themes running through this collection such as, the lost father, the regained father, the lost love, brotherhood, betrayal and the one I found most striking was that of facelessness. Common belief would view facelessness related with invisibility, but in the book Drown, it is not. There is something within this facelessness, which makes the person all the more visible, real, pitied, hated, feared, and by some, treated with great kindness. Those who are “faced” want the “faceless” to be gone for good because they represent the fear that they will also one day suffer this fate where all that defines a person to the outside world is stripped away. They fear to be in a position where they are unloved and unlovable.
Columbus Letter I’m cold, lonely, and exhausted. I can feel my stomach shrinking by the second. I just had to witness my brother get brutally beaten to death just because he decided to finally speak his mind. At times like this, I always think to myself, “imagine how much easier it would be if I were just dead”. But no.
The shelter, his only little hope now turned out to be a ruined shelter. He had been physically beaten by the weather, now his hope mostly taken away. Everything was in conspiracy to take his life, just in one hour at best he would be an icy corpse. He was totally alone, panicked facing his coming death. But “burned hands were better than dead hands, no hands at all were better than death” for a moment he thought.
(Omelas, 259). The fact these people do not know of a world outside their own is another reason they believe so strongly someone must struggle for many to prosper. “They also got along without the stock exchange, the advertisement, the secret police, and the bomb”. (Omelas, 259). The people of the village in Omelas were some who no longer knew happiness or joy which played a major role in the way their victims were made to suffer.
The poverty in Annawadi is inescapable and overly consuming. It influences every single part of the slum’s peoples’ lives and their stories. There is no running water, indoor plumbing, relief services, or cleaning services. Resources are scarce and hope is all that its people have to hold onto. Boo writes, “What you don't want is always going to be with you.
She comes to accept that perhaps these misfortunes were brought upon her as punishment and that she maybe did not deserve to know love. Bone states,” What was it I had done? Why had he always hated me? Maybe I was a bad girl, evil, nasty, willful, stupid, ugly- everything he said. Maybe I was, but it didn’t matter.