They seem to be psychologically stable but in reality unsatisfied with their occupations. Elisa is an artist living expressing herself through her flowers. Her house is neat and well organized and she looks happy. In reality she envies the tinker living as a free man on the road even if he has no education and sleeps in his wagon. Miss Brill reads the newspaper to an old man 4 times a week and teaches but all she tends to have interest in is to watch people’s life as a play.
Flowers to talk to her. She was simply thrilled that Mrs. Flowers had wanted to share a snack and her favorite book with her. It showed her she was liked and made her feel special. This story shows that it really doesn’t take much to motivate and inspire a child.
He only had one big love in his life, her name was Pamela Courson. They met each other while Jim was living in Venice, California. One day, Pamela was walking her dog on Sunset Strip Boulevard and came across Jim. He was in shock by her beautiful figure and later on by her amazing personality. He was so enchanted that he did not hesitate to follow her from the boulevard to the famous Love Street and waited until dusk hidden behind a bush.
“I wasn’t as old as I thought.” She would say. Which proves that she will do whatever it takes to get to where she needs to go. Although, at one point where we might have thought that she would give up was when she sat down to rest and hallucinated a little boy bringing her cake. Insinuating that it was her time to give in. However, she got back to her senses and carried on thorough her journey.
For example Miss Stephanie has let Miss Maudie stay at her house while her house gets rebuilt. Overall the people of the town of Maycomb are considerate and courteous and even though there is rarely any excitement or interest, when there is the whole town comes together because everyone knows everyone’s business which is good but sometimes it isn’t when the whole town finds some disgrace in someone, which happens to Atticus later on the book and the whole town turns against
It was a small red house, with just one washroom, no private backyard or lush green lawns. Esperanza is clear that her house on Mango Street is not what she wants. More importantly through the process of finding herself she is able to formulate a meaning of what it is like to feel "at home." Esperanza believes that to feel "at home" a person is comfortable, relaxed and at ease in their home. By the end of the book she does not find the home of her dreams in reality, but she is confident that she will find it eventually.
The stagnant air and yellow dullness in the atmosphere was the result of the manifestation of industrial work being done. Then in the next scene it show a woman walking over a grassy knoll enjoying the open and innocence of everything around her. She could feel the life around her in the majestic trees reaching for the sky to the beauty she sees in the flower bed as she kneels down into them. Just by watching her the audience is able to see that she belongs there by witnessing her level of content. The man and woman meet while she is on her walk.
Molly was her name. She does me good, and not harm, all the days of her living life here on earth. She seeks happiness with me, and works with willing hands at home while I’m out to work. Molly loved being a housewife; she never did enjoy the working world out there. She loved to stay at home, keeping the house clean instead of going out and work.
Husbands went to work in the corrupt world of industry, so they were meant to come home, decompress, and once again become attuned with their compassionate side. Muted colors and soft, ornate fabrics were in fashion for interior design and this was no accident. This style was meant to accentuate the calm and quiet atmosphere that was expected at home (“True Womanhood”). The woman was nothing more than just another beautiful accessory that every household was expected to have. A woman’s typical day differed based on her social standing.
Unfortunately I am very insecure person and my room gives me the assurance that I can’t get elsewhere. My knitting room has merely the knitting and sewing machine sounds that provoke a sense of relaxation. Immediately, when I enter the room, and I sit on my old wood chair, the tension releases in my shoulders release the stress, and I feel confidence. The only noise in the room is the grinding noise of the sewing machine and the tapping of the knitting needles hitting each other when I make a scarf. Sometimes I finish a crochet baby blanket in a just couple of hours because I do not have distractions.