The Importance Of Love In My Life

I love books because my books love me back . In moments of distress literature guides me. When I am heavy hearted, I turn to my favorite novels, they reassure me that even in the worst situation good fate always wins . When I am lonely, I reacquaint myself with the safe and familiar characters that I have grew to love. When I am happy, I smile because I have lived the lives of warriors, enchantresses, and even the commonday person. Although the emotional connection between literature and myself is

big take their time taking piece by piece of what is left of your broken heart. How the wicked tick of time can turn you into sand. How the work works you until you are nothing but a crack in a crevice. I hate it. I hate it all. My life has never been mine. My life had been my husband’s for a time. Then he died. Then it was the son he left me with. Then he died. Maybe I should tell you the whole story. I should tell you why I hate them all. And why I cut you up and removed the skin off of your very

with large dreams. I have high hopes for my future. I am talented, compassionate, and determined. While I can be bossy at times, I work to serve others. I fall, and I have learned how to rise again. I wish to care for those in need. Throughout my life, I have decided to focus on what really matters—love. My family background, extracurricular activities, and issues that I am passionate about have shaped me into who I am and have largely influenced my life aspirations. Born into a close-knit family

found the best flowers that were the most beautiful and alive. My mom loved them. Not just, oh cause my kid gave me some dead dandelions, I’ll put them on display. She truly fell in love with them. Now, eighth grade is just a blur. As soon as my schedule started to begin, I lose more and more time outside. Those sunny afternoons when I’d roll down the steep hill in our backyard. Getting fresh mowed grass stuck in the massive brown mop on my head. Now, I just have homework all night. Like all night. I

write about something that has been very close to my heart lately, but I have been struggling with how to put it into words. I have always been a lover of this life and enthusiastic, but even at times, I need to be reminded that it is up to me to make the choice to love my life. Joy, happiness, enthusiasm, gratitude, and all these wonderful characteristics of life are simply choices. It is your choice if you are going to truly and genuinely enjoy your life. You could have absolutely nothing, but with

Amid so much sorrow, how can love and hope endure? That is a big question, and I don’t know the answer, but I do know that love and hope and people can endure a heck-of-a-lot. Through a tumultuous childhood and just fighting to be alive, people can still end up smiling. I know from firsthand experiences. I was born an only child, and life was not all fun and games. Now I’m not a refugee or anything, but as a child, going through traumatic events, whatever they may be, is still terrible. In America

along with me throughout my life so far. Over the years I have gained some new characteristics about me and lost some, that were good and bad. The things that I care most about in life is love for my friends, family and dog. They have allowed me to be myself and have always tried to get me to remain as positive as I possibly can. My family has been there for me throughout my entire life. They taught me the difference between right and wrong. Being a big part of my life, they will always have

person’s life. Feeling like a zooming vibration moving through the skin and bones and crawling in the creases of your heart, love slithers and sleeps. Love is crucial in my life, and it changed me for the better. My grandmother, who passed away from pancreatic cancer, and my boyfriend Jordan, who has gone away to bootcamp for training, are two of the most important people in my life. He is my left and right hand, and she was the Books to my Bible, the perfect people in my eyes. When my grandmother

failures, these lessons can change your life in a great way. My aunt was one of the most caring, loving, and honest person i’ve ever met and the lose of her lead me to reflect on how i want to live my life. If we all care

Conroy’s life in the novel Stop Time, Conroy faced numerous struggles such as fatherlessness, desire for distinction, pursuit for peace of mind, “Call me Ishmael, and plenty more. These struggles molded him into the person that he was and throughout the course of his life became his overall identity. Throughout life, everyone goes through conflicts and hardships that make them who they are, whether it is in a positive of negative way. Frank’s fatherlessness throughout the span of his life is something