No man goes without such dread deity; its inscrutable force incrusted onto each one's hearts. ... No eyes of civilization to keep my darkness tamed. I'm slowly losing to the dark, but, I am faintly relieved. ... It is inevitable that I am going to lose; I belong to the powers of darkness. ... I am left with a dark, pitiless...nothing. ...
My face and neck perspire as I sprint away, my heart pounding so hard in my chest, I think it may burst. ... I sharply turn my head back forward, my heart racing more at the sight of him. ... He squints into the dark, but even I know he cannot see anything, for Cat-Eyes are blind in the dark. ... My heart is pounding as the rush of adrenaline forces its way throughout my blood. ... My heart is pounding against my ribs, escalating as I leave Adam's building. ...
Plus if your heart stops beating, your blood becomes deoxygenated and you die. A beating heart is a metaphor for ambition or passion. ... Don't get too close, it's dark inside. ... Life gets tough but there is always the light at the end of the dark tunnel, and sometimes we just need to be shown that little light no matter how far it may be, so we can move forward....
She leaves her inhibition in the dust by proclaiming openly the passion of her heart. ... In the novel, Edna sheds her fazade and decides to follow her heart's desire. ... However, an encounter with the charming Robert Lebrun ignites the hidden passion locked in Edna's heart: a passion so intense that it reduces Edna to tears in the darkness of night. ... A war erupts within her: a battle between head and heart. ... In the ultimate decision, Edna follows the path of her blazing heart's desire. ...
Hello, my name is Marlow, and I am here today to talk about my story of the disastrous experiences I had in the river Congo that I"m sure all of you are familiar with. Today though I will discuss just exactly how I told the story, how I developed my own character and how I am used in revealing the m...
The speaker in "When We Two Parted" is a man who was tossed aside by a woman who is known for playing with men's hearts. ... The reader can picture a single tree standing in the dark cold winter and feel the loneliness that consumes the speaker. ... The other says that "in my heart there stirs a quiet pain" (Millay 6). ...
It was cold outside and the dark clouds looming above signaled that it was going to be colder still. Whereas, we two sat on the tiny bench in the laundry- the heater warming up our hearts. ... Outside, the evening was beautiful and the sun dipped further and further down where the sky blurred from orange to blood red and then to darker and darker hues until, save for the stars, the whole world plummeted into darkness. ...
The lights continuously flickered on and off, as though it wasn't already dark enough. ... Left almost breathless, my heart crumbled when I felt cold metal and pure latex gloves penetrate my skin. ... My heart started racing and I began to feel moisture sit in my palms. ... Scott's Sunkist skin and luscious dark brown hair made me want to get to know him, and once we finally spoke, I fell in love with him. ...
Every time I'm in her presence, this feeling hides in the depths of my chest, locked away by my heart. ... I avert my eyes, unable to maintain eye contact but this feeling; this throbbing in my heart sits right in my chest. ... Her smile has always been my sun since the day we me met; it was my own source of light in this dark abyss I call life. ... I return the hug, despite its awkward position, and ignore the warm tingles warming my heart. ...
The sky mimics Monet, painted dark blue with the northern lights scourging the sky with bright mystical colors. ... It is dark and lonely. ... Please God, help me through this pain that burns my heart. ... These memories fill my heart and mind with every passing minute. ...
Dating or Active. The Tale of Two Deodorants Deodorant is something that's a must. No matter what, underarms are going to sweat. So advertisers have to be very clever in creating advertisements for their products to make consumers think that the product they are trying to sell is the best. The...
As I looked above me, the light shined down on me as if it were going to encase an angel, a misty light blue with smeared streaks of darkness. ... As I stared into the light, I could feel the rhythm of my heart weaken with every second that went by. ...
Realizing how cold people are, and that even if one can try as hard as they do to make kindness and heart infectious like the black plague...they still fail. ... Surely, that would mean that in the end good and bad, right and wrong, and dark and light all even out. ... An instrument can feel what you feel, and you can put a silent feeling into it and make it scream as loud as your heart yearns to. ... Music can get just a single idea out and send it, because an unattached thing can be taken in and understood, but when a person with blood heart and a group of thoughts and emotions combined in a...
" The song starts out dark and scary but gradually becomes more peaceful. ... James Newton Howard was allowed to have fun with the music while mixing dark and joyful songs together. Southall also says "The lengthy album seems to pass by in a flash, maintaining an impressive balance between hard-hitting action and softer emotions, between the forces of dark and light, throughout its running time.... It is a family-oriented movie for all ages, a story about love from an evil-hearted fairy who loves the child of her worst enemy. ... She's very sure of herself, but I couldn't f...
He was a handsome and strapping young man, with thick, wavy, dark brown hair. ... His heart fluttered as it did that night so long ago. ... They struggled with money, but they loved with their whole hearts. ... Her smile isn't as full now; I can feel the emptiness in her heart. ... My heart hurts now. ...
But, life is not a fairytale--no, life is a dark comedy at best. ... A writer from NYU with dark hair and soft hands. ... My heart began to race again. ... Maybe, at best, the essence of something that once was can be understood, if only briefly, in the minds of a reader, in the heart of someone who has loved before or to a girl who might once love again....
There has always been a sense in people's hearts for what is right and what is wrong. ... The boy being his good hearted self tells his father to go back and put out some clothes for the man. ... While everyone was running away from the dark, thick, smoke, firemen were running into it. ... Once I was driving on dark winter night. ...
When Sam answered it he was amazed to see the fair skinned, dark haired beauty staring at him with the most beautiful pair of dark eyes he had ever seen. ... The youngest child, Deidre, inherited her mother's beauty and grace and her father's wisdom and strength of heart. ...
Ethan Frome It is a cold winter night. Ethan From lies on his sofa bundled in an old coonskin coat. Alone tired and confused. The room is small and barely illuminated by a dull lantern positioned on a table in the far corner of the room. It's so chilly that when Ethan breathes he sees his ow...
Once upon a time, a girl was born and she was the youngest in her family. Some wanted her name to be 'Siti Ramadhan' and some wanted her name to be 'Aisyah'. Well, the girl was grateful enough that her name 'Nur Aisyah' and not 'Siti Ramadhan'. After six years living in this ...
Camouflaging the firm disposition of darkness within her. ... Wanting desperately to lure him by her charms; and heart whims to make use of the handsome young man just as how she manipulated and bitched with others in her life. ... The beautiful tigress fell - her skull broken, heart stopped beating. ... Hopeful, with knees shaking and heart pounding fast within, he reaches for the door wishing he'll see her. ...
The sky was dark. I was sure that a rain's about to come. I had no choice but to settle inside my room. I was watching the hands of the clock move as time passed by. Raindrops were loudly pouring outside. The day was awfully boring. I suddenly felt the urge to write a story. There's a music video I'...
"He thought the world's heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world's pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of magnitudes might ultimately be exacted for a single flower" (282). ... "He held out his hands as if to steady himself or as if to bless the ground there or perhaps as if to slow the world that was rushing away and seemed to care nothing for the old or the young or rich or poor or dark or pale or he or she" (301). ...
