The Hunger Games and women in society: Suzanne Collins author of “The Hunger Games” designed Katniss Everdeen as the idealistic image of women in society. Her strength, skills, and self-control make her a figure of a woman perfect to match how our society wants women to be like and Suzanne wants that to stand out and make us think about it. Suzanne Collins wants to express how she thinks female should be like in everyday life and express that Katniss is much more than just a character, she is a message that is being sent to all the readers. Katniss breaks all the already established stereotypes by being able to survive, improvise and control herself in bad moments when even the toughest person would break apart. Katniss is strong since she was born she was being “tested”, she knows a wide variety of survival skills and her knowledge expands even more when she starts practicing for the hunger games.
She went to the festival and danced with the prince. When she was ready to leave the prince wished to go with her so she escaped into the pigeon house but no one found her there because she had returned home. On the second day she was granted an even more beautiful dress and danced with the prince again. This time when she wanted to leave she escaped up the pear tree and returned home. On the third day she returned to the festival with the most dazzling dress and danced with the prince.
Send me away with the words of a love song.” This quote could be compared to Ophelia’s need to be surrounded by nature, her decision to drown, and how she longs for love. Those around Ophelia were astonished by her untimely death. As suggested by the songs title, Ophelia, died a young adolescent. Gertrude states, “I once hoped you’d be my Hamlet’s wife. I thought I’d be tossing flowers on your wedding bed, my sweet girl, not on your grave.” This statement shows the people closest to Ophelia never dreamed her life would end in such a
She longed for intimacy, but knew it would lead to him snatching away her essence of happiness; her freedom. According to Peter, Clarissa was cold and un-sympathetic unlike how women were supposed to be and her need for happiness and emotional anchorage was not understood by him. For Peter, he was a visionary, delving deep into worldly affairs and politics. His unconventional attitude was an essential asset for him to look through hypocrisy and insecurities that post-war had brought upon to London. Clarissa possessed no such worldly knowledge or edge, her only skill was to host parties and bring people together.
It also helped it drag their victims to the bottom end and make them disappear forever. All myths agree that mermaids were mysterious female creatures which could only live in water. In fact, they could not do any harm to the humanity when on land. Biologically, there is no proof that mermaids existed in the world. It beats logic that a human being can breathe while underwater.
Now let me tell you a story about the first time I swam in the ocean.As an eight-year-old child, I believed I knew fairly a good amount of the ocean. It was dark, massive, and almost all of it is undiscovered and unexplored. Most importantly, it was filled with terrifying creatures
I wanted to be moved around the life along with the tides of my sea. For my sea is still with no tides to push around my foes. My water adopts to the space given by the owner .it depend on the owner how he treats me for I have no strength like these tides , at least these tides have a hope that no one can mess with them so easily. My reason doesn’t just stop there. I come here every day to mark a hope in my mind that I can escape through the sea even if there isn’t any land around here.
Upon a rock was King Lion, watchful, gazing around his powerful kingdom. King Lion paved round and round, from one tree to another, then from one river to another. He was old but still had a very bright eyes and the strength of a vibrant youth. “You are not sleeping my King” the chameleon said moving to where the King stood. “I am old” the King said resting on the giant feet of a rock.
All I saw was us. I felt like we were dying. She brought herself back to the music, the consistency, the softness and ease of the ordered notes. She climbed the marble stairs, into the crisp white building: a place for safety, a place for healing. She walked past bare walls of sterile air and luminous lights, and into a room sun-lit through ironed curtains.