No matter how hard I try, I can’t fight the seizure. I realize it’s inevitable as I feel my soul lurch out of my body. Now, instead of floating and soaring, I wait. I watch my dad, as his eyes fill with despair. He began to cry; this was rare, in my life I have seldom witnessed my dad cry, but now tears flowed down his cheeks like a river.
I hate this place, I want to leave, and I want a better life style, just like every other wealthy people out there! So let’s run away together!” Chrissie blurts with tears of frustration streaming down her boney cheeks, and as if her tears could communicate, Hern surprisingly understood her statement clearly. Hern exhales through his mouth and closes his eyes, once he opens them he asks Chrissie, “why me?” “I can feel the want of power in you,” she said simplistically as she wipes her tears, while her speech left Hern in utter confusion and unsureness.
The alliterative structure combined with Hamlet’s cutting cries all add to his “weary” feeling, exhausted by “all the uses of this world” (133-134). Hamlet’s world is shaken, and his view on life has been altered as well. His depression is so great that he has thought of suicide, a huge cultural sin, as he knows. Hamlet’s thoughtfulness is also conveyed, taking six lines to delve into his emotions.
Sax uses anaphoras, an aggressive tone, and an ambiguous setting to convey that grieving takes you into a tunnel of anger and rage. In “the boy detective loses love,” the character is in the second stage of grieving, which is anger (Kessler).The character’s memories of love are beginning to haunt him causing his anger to build inside of him. In contrast, the character in “Gospel” is in the fourth stage of grieving, which is depression (Kessler). This is the second to last stage of grieving, which shows how he has realized the truth about his situation, but is unwilling to accept it. In this stage of
Kaz looks at him for a second, face betraying how much those words affected him, his mouth trembles with the words he wants to say, screwing his eyes shut for a second before he opens them up, the fire behind them burning brighter than ever. "You can 't tell me shit like that and not pound me into the mattress," He says, words alight with need and the words flow off of his tongue beautifully, the perfect balance of stubbornness and desperation, all rumpled clothes and messy hair, nearly panting as he lay there on the bed looking like sin incarnate. Ocelot laughs, but it 's not a mean sound. Rather, it 's as sincere as he gets and a high compliment to anyone who gets close enough to him to hear it. "Mm, Miller, I am definitely
In the end of the short story, the narrator couldn’t bear “the hypocrital smiles” nor “the beating of his hideous heart” and admitted his crime. He cannot stop the beating of the heart growing louder; his conscience is haunting him. He cannot contain the tale which the heart had to tell. It is often too late when we finally realize what damage we have done—how we ruined someone else’s life. Then we fear what we’ve brought ourselves into; we fear the consequences we’d have to face.
He soon realizes that what he has said is wrong because Lennie can’t help himself. “You crazy son-of-a-bitch. You keep me in hot water all the time.”’ “‘Jus’ wanted to feel that girl’s dress…”’ His anger left him suddenly. He looked across the fire at Lennie’s anguished face, and then he looked ashamedly at the flames” (Steinbeck 11). George can get upset towards Lennie at times but, he will always stay loyal to their friendship.
The tears ran down my face, my neck, wetting the top of my blouse. My hiccups overwhelmed me. I felt like my lungs would burst. I cannot say how long I sat and drowned in my own sorrow, sorrow for a life abused and used, for wasting my love, my emotions on a worthless man. No matter how Tommy’s past had been painful, he had no right to punish me for his parents’ neglect.
One month later - Wednesay July 8th, 1992 (5.21 p.m.) Tom shifted uncomfortably in his seat and focused his gaze on Doctor Li’s left ear. Once again, they were discussing his rape at the warehouse and once again, he wished they were talking about something else. The memories were still so vivid and he was still unable to come to terms with the embarrassment and shame he felt. He had followed Ana like a sheep to the slaughterhouse and although part of him blamed Mosco, he also blamed himself for being so trusting. Once upon a time, he had been a first class cop who relied on his instincts.
Izuku notices the tired look his friend has, along with the dark circles under his eyes that seemed more prominent today. “What did you do! ?” Katsuki hisses, voice coming out rather broken. Heck, he doesn’t even know why he’s asking Izuku such question, and why Izuku, of all people. Then again, he himself knows that somehow, everything leads him back to fucking Midoriya Izuku.