So many times I have tried to leave this world. The same feeling comes back, it makes me realize that I don't want this. This dreadful feeling is hard to fathom. Day by day it gets worse. I am trying to understand it.
Today I’m going to tell you what I think of you, what you mean to me, what I’ve wanted to tell you all these years but have never had the courage to. (Take deep breath) okay, here it goes, I never understood why you carried on the way you did, I still don’t. I just wish you could’ve told me, told me why rather than having cried myself to sleep every night because of it. I don’t regret running away, even though you told me it was a cowardly thing to do. I don’t regret anything I’ve done in your presence and absences.
God damn you Martin. This is your fault. Was my head and heart really in it? I don’t even know. My confusion… it’s overwhelming.
She felt sick. "Is that what you call it?" "The word I prefer is trapped," Rafi growled, advancing on her. He towered over her, his eyes black. Condemning.
Tell them I confessed myself; say Proctor broke to his knees and wept like a woman; say what you will, but my name cannot-“ Danforth, with suspicion: “It is the same, is it not? If I report it or you sign to it... Why? Do you mean to deny this confession when you are free?” Proctor: “I mean to deny nothing!” Danforth: “Then explain to me, Mr. Proctor, why will not let-“ Proctor, with a cry of his whole soul: “Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies!
Any one emergency, if sufficiently dire, could bring everything to a complete halt. It's an awful way to live. That, too, is something I try to avoid focusing on. It's futile masochism, and nothing more. Nonetheless, I'm all too aware that it takes a terrible toll.
“The dust, the fear, the high threat level, the isolation-all of that was the surge the soldiers knew . . . Here, Cummings had another thought: ‘This place is a complete shithole’“ (Finkel 148-149). The frustration of the soldiers develops further as the conditions continue to be unbearable and now deadly.
Yet, even worse than Chillingworth’s rude and evil nature was her suffering caused by Dimmesdale. Indeed that her love for Dimmesdale was causing her great pain and anguish. From seeing his agony and pain, she suffered by knowing that she was, in some part, responsible for it. “Hast thou not tortured him enough?”.. “Has he not paid thee all?”..“It was myself!” cried Hester, shuddering” “It was I, not less than he. Why hast thou avenged thyself on me?”(Hawthorne
I was blind in my fury, grabbing the girl by the hair, wondering what I had seen in her. What good my confession could have brought never came, for they brought in Elizabeth to verify the act, and the dear, sweet woman, she lied to preserve me. They forced Abigail and me to turn away from her, depriving her of any notion of what to say or how to act. My mind mixed for a way to get her to tell the truth, but at her first moment of hesitance, I realized how completely loyal she was to me. If guilt had been heavy on me before, it brings me to my knees now.
My grandmother and I had a great relationship where I could tell her anything, we could go shopping or out to eat together. Whenever I got in trouble my grandmother was always there to reprimand me, but also be kind and caring and assure me that she still cared and loved me even though I was in trouble. My mother and I had a total opposite relationship where I always felt anything I did was never enough for her and she never saw the good I would do or appreciate it. As a result I tended to not be around my mother a lot or be able to confide in her at all. I resented her and did not feel like she was a true parent because she was always yelling or correcting me about something I would do wrong.