Even though I may quarrel over insignificant details with my little brother, he's always my number one priority whenever I leave the safe castle of home. I'm also proud of who I am and what I do. Whenever I'm really determined to do something, I would do whatever necessary to achieve it. On the other hand, I'm not nearly as tough or adamant as Squeaky is. The kinds of people I hate most are those who lag around dragging a group down.
a1. I love you: I am fond of your companionship and put you above most, but never above me. Consider it an honor. : Empath response: no one truly puts anyone above themselves, at least you realize it. Having you in my life is beyond an honor I love you, I adore you and worship the air you breath.. 2.
Though I was young I still remember what he was like. All that is left are the memories of his selfless acts. Though he is gone remember and use his example to guide. He helped everyone with no rejections, no matter what, status, color, or orientation They paid him what they could, a little money, a grateful handshake, or a carton of eggs He taught us to share what we have not just things, but love, and help He would not turn down someone in need, and treated them all the same The greatest thing about him was his patience, he never got mad at anyone He was the true healer and helper of Jinotega The streets and church were overflowing with all those that he touched. His city will miss him, my family will miss him, I will miss him.
Also, my dad has always been there to help me make tough decisions and I love him a lot. My brother is the best brother anyone could ask for. We never fight and I always talk to him about my problems. We get along so well, I'd hate to lose him too. We have all been through so much that it has brought us much closer together.
No matter what, he will always save me. When I am down, all I have to do is look at him with his big smile and sweet giggle. He is almost like my depression medication, but without actually having to take something. I just need to look at him. As I said in the beginning each person’s definition of a hero is different so I decided to ask a friend.
So high and so conceited that there was no enduring him” * “You never see a fault in anybody. All the world are good and agreeable in your eyes.” (EB to JB) * "I would not wish to be hasty in censuring anyone; but I always speak what I think." * " your good sense, to be so honestly blind to the follies and nonsense of others!” * And so you like this man's sisters, too, do you? Their manners are not equal to his." (Elizabeth to Jane; Ch.
Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being” (64). Catherine is falling in love with Heathcliff and Hindley does not want this to happen. He hates Heathcliff and doesn’t want his sister to love him; he wants
He left them being known as one of the nicest everyday-person to meet and how he always looked up, as he didn’t want to dwell on something that was out of his control. But what is cooler is that he wanted to leave us all something to think about and hopefully use once he is gone physically. So he decided to share his thoughts. Like he mentioned near the beginning of his lecture, “We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand.” Thinking about what I would leave people is pretty tough, since I still have a lot to learn and am not wise and experienced yet. I have to work on it, but the legacy I want to leave is to find your own self-happiness so you may share that with others.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Sonnet 29 by Edna St. Vincent Millay Pity me not because the light of day At close of day no longer walks the sky; Pity me not for beauties passed away From field and thicket as the the year goes by; Pity me not the waning of the moon, Nor that the ebbing tide goes out to sea, Nor that a man's desire is hushed so soon, And you no longer look with love on me. This have I known always: Love is no more Than the wide blossom which the wind assails, Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore, Strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales: Pity me that the heart is slow to learn What the swift mind beholds at ever
Always caring and very paranoid. I don’t know why, well, I think I do. But I don’t. He is a good father. He loves us two quite a lot.