Who can care for us, we who are set loose at each and tear at each other’s entrails with silent gleaming bayonets? | 99 | I do not think things now; I feel them. | 104 | I guess it is because we do not want to die – because we hang on so pitifully to life as it slips away. Our lives are stolen – taken from us unawares. | 108 | A song to forget the horror of the trenches!
I genuinely have not got the time for people who sit around and pretend they know me and moan about the things I do FUCK OFF it's my profile I'll write whatever I want on it, if it annoys you that much ya know where the remove button is and you can even speak about me as much as you like, ya know what they say haters make me famous;) Such an urge to stab certain people in the face After you get hurt you build these "walls" around you, in fear of getting hurt once again. You don't let anyone in, you don't give anyone your all because you constantly remind yourself of the past. You even get scared when someone gets too close. Which is terrible because you not only hurt yourself but others. Just remember that one day you need to have the strength to put these walls down for someone, or you will never be truly happy.
Brigham Young once said, “Why do we worry about what others think of us, do we have more confidence in their opinions than we do our own?” One of the many stories in Tales From the Thousand and One Nights is “The Historic Fart, “ story about a man who lets out a loud fart on his wedding night. He is extremely ashamed and embarrassed, and runs off never to be seen again. This is a great example about how caught up people are in caring about what others think of them. Through the psychoanalytical approach we can see why people care what others think, how it relates to “The Historic Fart”, and how it is still prevalent in today’s culture. Everyone worries about what people think of them at some time or another, but why do we care so much?
Jest set still and take it like a man. I got to tell the truth, and you want to brace up, Miss Mary, because it’s a bad kind, and going to be hard to take, but there ain’t no help for it. These uncles of yourn ain’t no uncles at all- they’re a couples of frauds- regular dead-beats” (200). In the end of the book, in the scene when Jim gets captured, Twain’s statement is proven when Huck needs to make a decision whether or not he going to sell the letter to Ms Watson and whether or not to go get Jim back. “It was a close place.
Thеsе harsh words could nеvеr bе forgivеn. At thе еnd of thеir marriagе, bеforе Jody diеd shе finally told him hеr fееlings. "....And now you got tuh diе tuh find out dat you got tuh pacify somеbody bеsidеs yo'sеlf if you wants any lovе and any sympathy in dis world. You ain't tirеd to pacify nobody but yo'sеlf. Too busy listеning tuh yo'own big voicе," said Janiе.
The second comment they made is what punched me back to reality; it made realize that this wasn’t a misunderstanding, rather it was certainty, and that it was actually happening right before my eyes. “When can we stop being friends with that loser, I’m sick of looking at his snobby face, I wish he was dead, that way we can get something out of it for my his so-called friends”, it felted as if my heart has been constantly stabbed with the sharpest knife ever. From that day on I made a pledge, I promised myself that if I ever encounter a black, yellow, and brown person, I would “drink from the cup of bitterness and hatred” ( “Cup of bitterness and Hatred”) and despised them for what they did to me in my childhood. You know I thought things would change after marrying
I hope your ok but enough is enough with this I can't take care of you anymore. -George Dear Journal, Curley is soo mean to me. He thinks that he is the boss of everyone. He is always starting problems. I was kinda glad that I broke his hand.
Most of what you do, at least that which truly matters, will be a leap into the unknown” (Waggener 50). In war our human weakness eventually shows itself. When soldiers are in the midst of the chaos of war, sometimes they feel they have fallen short, although they have given their best effort, “Norman Bowker remembered how he had taken hold of Kiowa’s boot and pulled hard, but how the smell was simply too much, and how he’d backed off and in that way had lost the Silver Star. He wished he could’ve explained some of this. How he had been braver than he ever thought possible, but how he had not been so brave as he wanted to be”, (O’Brien
Another famous quote, “Life is pain. Anyone who says differently is selling something…” emphasizes that nothing can be just and perfect, even in a fairy tale. Our life is a constant battle where you can win or lose and the rules of the battle are not necessarily unbiased and lawful. The other example is, also, the conversation between Humperdick and Westley in the last chapter. Westley wants to fight Humperdick “To the pain!” and Humperdick wants to fight Westley
from this torment that people call the Hollywood dream I have become my own enemy; I guess I’m plowing what I sow Please, make me a part of another 27 curse; let me escape; let me run I beg you, listen to my calling, my imploring, I call for redemption, I call for mercy Please, give me sweet sleep they call freedom, I am bound too deep…. I am making head in the game; but inside I am shredding my soul away, You are my last ray of hope, my only fail safe plan…. It’s true what they say that all that glitter is not gold, I have gold, but its heart turned to ash I’m reaching high, yet I am sinking deep in to my vices, my own desires, It’s a 911 call, it’s an emergency, I dance the night away, intoxicated and too caught in the dream I need final release, a final escape from what the people call making big…….. Please, make me a part of another 27 curse; I’m being suffocated throughout, come free from my own mind The reality is a haze; I am being deluded as I put on a show Let me the do the curtain call, I bow to my own crop; It is what they say; you sow what you reap…and I am reaping the worst