Eulogy Essay

I want to tell him that I love him and I care. But I can’t. He doesn’t want me to. It would make everything worse. I have this sick belief that love is a fallacy, because most of the time for me, it is. And I just can’t stop feeling this disgusting feeling. It’s not really a yearning but it’s like- I want him to know that he isn’t useless and hopeless and trash but I can’t tell him that because he won’t care and he’ll think I’m just doing it because I want to bang him or something. Even in just a

I love her long, autumn hair, the way it glows like she does, and how it just never quite wants to co-operate with her. I love finding it in my bedsheets when I'm alone, and I love the smell and feel of it against my face when she sits in my lap. I love her cool, steel blue eyes, even when she's too embarrassed to look at me with them. The treat of being able to be rewarded with her courage and admiration gives me the greatest feeling of being desired. I love her sweet little ears, and how she

Sad romance is what most people would say about the popular play Othello. Othello “I have to do it, I have to do it. I have to keep my reason in mind. I won’t say out loud what my reason is, but I have to do it. But I won’t shed any of her blood or scar that beautiful skin, whiter than snow and smooth as the finest marble. But she’s got to die, or she’ll cheat on other men. Put out the light of the candle, and then put out the light of her heart. If I extinguish the candle, I can light it again

I come from a family that is half Irish, a quarter German and a quarter Portuguese. My mom’s side of the family lives in San Diego, where my dad’s side lives in Boston. I am very thankful for many things in my life. In particular, I am very grateful for my grandparents, family, and friends. I am very thankful for my grandmas. They are especially important to me for these reasons. Both have helped me when when I was going through tough times. When both of my grandpas died, they talked to me and

The cool and gentle breeze ran through your hair and exposed skin. You gripped the basket, filled with various veggies and berries that Pinako has planted a few weeks back, scanning your surroundings. It has been over three years since you moved into Resembool, Amestris. You could remember like it was yesterday, where you finally found someone to take you as an apprentice even though you had little to no knowledge of tools, oil, mechanics, and gears. Throughout these three years, you could never

It was 6:25 AM and I was beginning to wake up. I was on my top bunk of our bunk bed and I said to myself I feel like doing something to get me in trouble. I crawled out of my sheets trying not to hit my head on the ceiling fan. I jumped off the stairs of the bunk bed onto the old wooden floor. On impact I heard my sister say i’m hungry from her little princess bed. My sister Izzy and I walked in to the kitten for a meal. She got a tortilla, cold hotdog, and a dill pickle. I went for a peanut and

Hi.Patrick.Hope all is well with you.I am responding to some of your comments and hostility towards your father when he emailed you several months ago. In your email, I am under the impression you are angry at Ken for writing to tell you his life is good, now that you are having problems in your relationship, somehow it must be his fault.It is quite the contrary as your father had suffered greatly when his marriage failed not only have he lost the relationship with his children he has lost all his

My mom went into labor at my dad’s birthday party. Only a few friends and family were over and she kept leaving the room. Finally, my uncle asked why she kept leaving. To which my father replied, “Oh, Laurie is just going into labor. We’ll leave for the hospital right after the party.” I love to tell this story not only because I can usually receive a small chuckle out of anyone who hears it, but because I would like to live my life the same way I came into it, with a party. For this reason, all

Miss Emily started to live with memories of her late father ,one day she looks out of the window of her imaginary world and sees something that she might like about the change or the new south. The town had just let the contracts for paving the sidewalks .Along with the construction company ,riggers and mules and machinery a foreman also comes as a fresh hope of life for Emily, his name is Homer Barron, a Northern laborer symbolized development or change. Homer is “a Yankee- a big, dark,

With doctors standing over my shoulder as I’m writing, there needs to be less of the romance and more of the memory inducers. I guess I’ll start with your family. While constantly staying with your family who are all also by your side, I have gotten to know a lot about them. Your mother and father care so much about you that it’s almost sickening to imagine that they are going through worse than me. You father wants me to tell you that he loves you very much and that it’s okay if you let go, but