My dearest Claire,
How can I explain what you mean to me? How can I tell you what’s in my heart when words are so inadequate? Can you understand how I feel about you, or will you just think I’m ridiculous? Do you even care?
I think about you all the time. You are my first thought when I wake and the last thought before I sleep. I often think about how happy I feel when you are with me and what it would be like if you felt the same way about me. Sometimes I am so preoccupied with thoughts of you that I struggle to concentrate on anything else. I enjoy thinking about you Bunny; however, you are a vexing paradox to me. I feel so fortunate to have found someone so amazing, but I also feel like a hapless fool unable to win your affection.
Claire you don’t fit in with most people, you are too different, you are extraordinary. You are a singular diamond among banal lumps of coal; your sophisticated wit, indescribable beauty, and uncommon compassion are only a few of the virtues that make you precious. You are often underappreciated by others, they don’t see you as I do. Their dull eyes are unable to penetrate the thin layer of coal dust shrouding you, disguising you as like the
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You have a certain way of looking at me such that when I look into your eyes, I feel mesmerized, as if I am being drawn deeper into them. I like it. I love the sound of your voice. I love listening to everything you have to say, not simply because I’m interested, but also because I love hearing you speak. I make fun of the way you say ‘current,’ only because it 's cute how you say it and I enjoy teasing you. You are so beautiful in so many ways, and I could continue on describing them for a while, but then you would never reach the end of this letter. I feel compelled to sample your beauty with a caress or gentle kiss, but I know you don’t want that. Your affection is always just out of my reach, and that breaks my
Two characters in the film, Claire Standish and Allison Reynolds, are, like the others, developed over the course of the film as well-rounded, three-dimensional, seemingly contradictory characters. Their respective stereotypes, the Princess and the Basketcase, conflict with their true personalities but define them by the way they allow others to perceive them, based on their habits of dress and behaviour. This essay will examine the methods of characterisation employed by Hughes to naturally reveal the synthetic and true identities of Claire and Allison in relation to each other and their own masks, consciously presented.
Do you remember the first time we met? I do as I cannot shake the memory. It was love at first sight. I’ll never forget the feeling I had. A warmth overcame my body as you stoked a fire in my heart. It was like I had spent my life drowning in the sea around me and you were that breath of fresh air as I pulled myself out. My cares and concerns melted away. I was complete. You were exactly what I had been missing in my life. My better half you completed me you made me whole. Your touch, your scent, your glistening radiance I took it all in. I felt its force enter my body working its way to the very center of my soul. It felt like a real living breathing thing coalescing within my life force touching parts of me I never knew existed. You awakened some innate primal desire and I needed you at all times.
The other characters see Claire as a very stuck up and rude person, she’s very immature but try’s to act older and “cool”. We also have a popular group at our school that hangs out together a lot at Sullivan, and they always have to go everywhere together at lunch. To be in these two groups you have to have name brand clothes and to be a surrey jack you have to act cool by smoking or
Frances Nacke Noel (January 5, 1873 – April 24 1963) was a German-born American feminist, socialist, and labor activist. Frances Nacke was born in Saxony, Germany. She moved to the United States at age of 20, and settled in Los Angeles in 1899 and married Primrose D. Noel in 1902. She was the vice president and president of Women’s Union Label League in California in 1910 and 1914; president of Wage Earner’s Suffrage League in 1911. She was also president of Los Angeles Chapter of the American Birth Control League in 1926 . She advocated women’s suffrage and organized womanhood. She led socialist women to found L.A branch of National Women’s Trade League, which is the leadership of cross-class women movements , and she also fought for minimum
The day you were born I felt this indescribable love. One I had never known before. From the beginning of your life I never knew I could have a love that was so strong. When you were an infant I told people how great you were and they said, "Yeah, but wait until she is two." When you were two I told people how great you were and they said, "Yeah, but wait until she is ten." When you were ten I told people how great you were and they said, "Yeah, but just wait until she is 16." And now you are 16 and I am telling people how great you are.
Melissa a 14 years old girl who cares about friends more than she cares about herself. Melissa is the tomboy and likes to hang out with boy’s more than girls because boys understand her more(but she still hangs out with girls). Melissa cares about all her friends and always want to see a beautiful smile on their face. She tries to cheer them up and help them out even if it means she has to make herself feel terrible. Lauren is Melissa’s best friend. Lauren is the one girl that is funny and hangs out with Melissa almost every day to keep each other entertained and just have fun.
If I told you these thoughts, would you withstand it? You are nothing but lovely to me now, but when the time comes, will you misinterpret my depression as blind resentment? My brain, slowly collapsing into itself as a virus does its work, rendering it useless. There is one last little shard of my brain that is hope and love. You intensify this shard, causing it to reassemble itself to no avail.
I know that I start things between us a lot of the time, but even you know why. You know that it took a lot for me to trust you, but now I do. I am so happy that you are still here with me, being patient, and still by my side. So many people say that I will not make it far in life, but they do not understand me, let alone know me. So many of those people do not know how hard you push me to make something of myself. In the past, I honestly believed that I would not make it anywhere, but now I know that as long as I am happy and still alive, with you by my side I am doing great and can achieve anything.
The reason for this book appealing to such a broad audience lies in all the characters’ personalities. Mrs. March is a strong, independent woman who never falters, therefore she relates to all independent women; but she is also a mother who plants strong values in her girls and is the rock foundation of the family, with that she relates to all mothers. Margaret’s desire for luxury is a desire that we all can relate to and her properness is a trait most girls can relate to. Jo’s mischievous demeanor and talent for writing is something that if one cannot relate, admire to have. Beth is the insecure, sweet, homebody in all of us. Amy represents the beauty and talent, and sometimes moral code, which all women have. Laurie represents all the men that wish to be loved any uncommon-but-beautiful woman.
My Last Duchess (1842), by Robert Browning uses a renaissance context to comment on the Victorian period and convey societal issues of the time. Through the use of a temporal setting and by writing in a different context, Browning criticises society in the time of the Victorian era and addresses crucial ideas, surrounding men, women, pride and jealousy and challenges these conventions of society.
In the Victorian era, patriarchal society was a key element of the era and a main theme used by many literary poets such as Robert Browning. Robert Browning wrote the poem “My Last Duchess”. This poem attacks patriarchal society in which all power and authority falls to the men. This poem reflects how women are often victims of violence brought on by men, who go on unpunished. The feminist approach helps us to better understand the poem as the Duchess is presented as a victim to the Duke’s jealousy, and controlling attitude, a victim of her own innocence and emphasizes how the Duke’s power allows him to treat women however he pleases.
Robert Browning’s poem, “My Last Duchess” is a poem that is being narrated from the point of view of a Duke in rhyming pentameter, each line does not stop unless the sentence he is speaking ends and rather flows into the next. He is speaking of “his duchess on the wall…” When the poem begins he is lamenting on his Duchess and her beauty and is reliving the day(s) in which the portrait of her was painted. He is speaking of her with love, but the poem quickly takes a chilling twist as he reveals that she was a flirt and after the revelation the reader becomes aware of the fact that the Duke was the cause of her death. The reader is not certain that the Duke can be trusted concerning the Duchesses alleged wrongdoings, but it is certain that the
Foremost, let me say this may be unusual, me sending you a letter and all, but by the time you finish reading this I hope it’ll make more sense.
Browning's "My Last Duchess" is about an entitled Duke that kills his wife because he was not happy with her on how she treated him. Yet Browning uses this poem to reveal that Victorian men are disabled by their reliance on the authority they have over females. He also utilizes the unusual association among the Duke and the Duchess to show Victorian men's fixation with control, when also displaying that it takes both genders to put an end to the misuse of women during the time when the author wrote the poem and the time when he got his inspiration. Men from the Victorian era and Renaissance era observe their wives only to look for a reflection of themselves instead of viewing them as a person. Browning not only blames both genders but society
“Well, darling are you going to sing?” She asks, with a bitter smirk. I look at the crowd, Alya grins at me. I glare at her. Well, are ya? She mouths. I look down at my red dress and grin. I’ll give them a show to