Descriptive Essay About Love

Daisy also has her problems with the definition of True Love. Daisy thinks she is in love with Gatsby, but in actuality she is far from being truly in love with him. They knew each other when they were younger, but Daisy, although she had strong feelings for him, let her family’s expectations keep them apart. Because Gatsby did not come from money and was merely an enlisted soldier he was not fit for Daisy who came from an upper class family. This cannot be true love because true love comes naturally and above all other things and nothing should ever

Much has been said about love, but if you search the horizon, you will discover that most of the things written about love are either pithy or cynical.

The perfect couple, Tom and Daisy, both had their share of affairs, which is also a reason why Daisy is dissatisfied with where they live because of Tom’s numerous affairs. “‘Oh, you want too much!" she cried to Gatsby. "I love you now – isn't that enough? I can't help what's past." She began to sob helplessly. "I did love him once – but I loved you too." Gatsby's eyes opened and closed.’”

People tend to hold onto objects because it reminds them of an important past or significant people whom they received it from. There are countless items people hold onto, one of mine is a picture of me and my siblings. Although the photo is flat and meaningless to some people, in my perspective, there is an immense depth and value to to the actual object. This picture, which illustrates what appears to be me and my siblings having a good time, demonstrates the love I have for them.

She stands at 5'6’’ tall; she has pretty blonde hair, with the most beautiful green eyes you will ever see! Her smile, her smile still gives me butterflies in the pit of my stomach. She walks with such grace, and she is not afraid to show or share her love for Christ! She does so much to make sure that I am more than satisfied. She is an amazing mother to our beautiful 4 year old daughter. As you might have figured out, that woman, she is my wife Amanda! I never thought we would be together; 4.5 years later, we have a beautiful love story.

That day I woke up, saw that it was raining outside but I did not let that ruin my mood. Overjoyed, I imminently sent someone over to cut Nick’s grass and also had flowers delivered. I arrived a hour before Daisy, making sure everything was perfect I nervously passed around. Then she arrives, before she enters I exited though the back door second geeing my plan. Asking myself, “what if she does not want to see me.” After growing the courage, I walked inside, immediately feeling the awkwardness in the air. After a couple minutes Nick leaves us alone and everything turned out to be okay. We talked, about everything, it was as if we were never separate. When Nick came back I invited them both to my house. Purposely doing so because I wanted Daisy to be impressed by my wealth, knowing it would pull her in some more. After giving them a tour of my house and having some fun in the water the day then came to an end. When they both left the missing piece in my heart filled with happiness. It was everything I hoped and more. I then knew Daisy still loved me and I loved

Upon reaching the car, we both got in and were off to the diner. The car ride over was awkward and quiet for everyone didn’t know how Jordan would act if we started to talk about last night and no one knew what else to talk about. It was probably one the worst car rides ever, it was so awkward. We all just stared out the window into the city and was complete silent. After riding in the car for what felt like years, we finally made it to the diner. While waiting for our food, Gatsby decided to break the ice and ask Jordan how she was yesterday, the night of the crash. She said that she was frightened looking at Myrtle’s body, mad at Gatsby for not stopping, until she found out that it was Daisy who was driving. We slowly drifted away from the talk about the accident and just went to casual talking about the past, how everyone got to know each other, and future

Weeks passed until one day Jess came to school but something was different about her. Most didn’t notice at first, but Jeff noticed right away. Her hair was a bright crimson red color. After seeing that, something made him immediately go speak to her. He asked her out and she said that she would have a response after class. Knowing she would say yes, she first wanted to tell her friends about what had happened.Most of her friends all told her that this could mean the rest of her life, but she knew she waited an entire year, so she thought she was ready. In the meantime, Jeff was talking to his friends about if he really should have asked her out, without even knowing a thing past her name. Doubts filled his mind as more time passed by. He lays down in his dorm to calm himself down until he gets a text from an unknown number, saying, “Meet me behind the music building at sunset.” Not knowing who sent the text, Jeff tells his friends to come with him as he goes to

“Oh please that drugstore cowboy I was about to bump him off.” I joke returning the smile. Thinking about the time, Daisy and I snuck off but a ossified skinny man tried to hit on Daisy. Oh how furious I was, she was mine. She is mine. All of my effort all these years, and today is just the beginning. Where Daisy and I could be together in the same abode, on the top of the social ladder. Where all the men in suits despised me because it was all

One late morning in 1914, I leaned against the newly painted silver railings of the large Majestic, a beautiful ship with a black bottom and a bright white top. Murky, charcoal-black smoke came out of the three enormous, grey, cylinder-shaped chimneys, which began combining with the fresh sea air. The thunderous boat horn was then suddenly blasted, interrupting the beautiful, calming noises of the sea. I heard the screeches of the white seagulls choke as they flied through the tenebrous smoke. I took a deep breath of the crisp air, and held onto the cool railings. With my eyes focusing on the horizon where the sky meets the sea, I noticed how the soft, shimmering sun bleed through the dark white clouds, pouring

Love is difficult to define, difficult to measure, and difficult to understand. Love is what great writers write about, great singers sing about, and great philosophers ponder. Love is a powerful emotion, for which there is no wrong definition, for it suits each and every person differently. Whether love is between family, friends, or lovers, it is an overwhelming emotion that can be experienced in many different ways.

Daisy’s inability to understand love impels Gatsby’s downfall, while she remains unscathed, bearing no visible signs of guilt. Her obsession with wealth and materialism from old money eradicates her sense of morality and reasons her unwillingness to commit to a relationship with Gatsby. She consistently provides Gatsby the hope of a life together with secretive acts as she goes “over to Gatsby and pull[ing] his face down”

I have dated many people throughout middle school and a few during high school, but Alexander Valle was my first real love. Aside from being my first love he was also my first committed boyfriend in a way. We are not together anymore and I do not know how he feels about me anymore, but I still love him. Maybe not in a romantic way anymore but I know he still has a place in my heart. I watch over him from a distance, I make sure he is not getting into anything bad, and I still protect his name as if we were still dating. Something I learned from this relationship was to love and take care of what you love because they can leave at any given moment. I do not wish we were still together, but I do wish that he finds someone that treats him the way I never could.

I’m Angelique, 15 years old, filipina. Everyone knows that about me and then they make their single story about me. I’m a shy girl to some and really weird and outgoing to others. No one really knows what I’m like or who I truly am. In this essay I will be revealing myself to all of you, whoever you are.

Anyone who has been in love, especially if the love object is scornful or infidelitous, has been able to turn to any station and say “every pop song on the radio is suddenly speaking to me,” as Ani DiFranco sings in her song “Superhero”. 1 Petrarchan love sonnets, the antiquated predecessors of the modern “pop love song”, depict love with some sense of perfection, sweetness, and chastity, with the beautiful, infallible blonde as the love object, however both with a sense of unattainability. Shakespeare’s later sonnets, 127-152, dealing with the “dark lady”, the antithesis of the Petrarchan model of love, however, may be a more accurate predecessor, nearly all dealing with the torments and imperfections of love and its source,