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daedricdragonborn13: My Assignment, if I do choose to accept, which I guess I am accepting, because I am writing this now, is to critique our student teacher DMA-a daunting task indeed, seeing that all of my peers and other followers will be performing a critique, in essence, of my critique. However daunting the task,…
thegqman: I just want to thank Ms.Ainsworth for all the joy she brought to our english class. She always came in with a smile on her face ( unless we made her mad) and was always ready to teach us. I also thank her for dealing with our chaos class because i don’t think most student teachers would be able to do that. So thank you for teaching us Ms. Ainsworth and all the joy you brought to us, we...
You have to be careful to what you give to people. What is first offered out of...– (via falenburg)
If you don’t feel that you are possibly on the edge of humiliating yourself, of...– John Irving
There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no...– Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey
A penny for the Old Guy
T.S. Eliot I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats’ feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death’s...
Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever...– J. D. Salinger, Catcher In The Rye (via bookmania)
You know how you let yourself think that everything will be all right if you can...– Richard Adams, Watership Down (via bookmania)
To many, total abstinence is easier than perfect moderation.– St Augustine …this is the quote I was trying to find awhile ago.
A good look at what's going on with Kony 2012 →
Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt? May your eyes never shed...– Charlottes Bronte… Jane Eyre
“Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly silent and vast.” Rilke…. Letters to a Young Poet
Nothing exists until or unless it is observed. An artist is making something...– William S. Burroughs, Ports of Entry: William S. Burroughs and the Arts (via honeyforthehomeless)
Then you are mistaken, and you know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort...– Charlotte Brontë (via atomos)
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.– Rumi
“One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands out and throws one’s head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening...
“Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.” John 12:24
“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.” -e.e. cummings
“If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things.” - René Descartes
There was a land of Cavaliers and Cotton Fields called the Old South… Here...– from Gone With the Wind
By Robert Frost Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few weeds and stubble showing last. The woods around it have it - it is theirs. All animals are smothered in their lairs. I am too absent-spirited to count; The loneliness includes me unawares. And lonely as it is, that loneliness Will be more...
“The question you have to ask yourself is… how long are you willing to wait? How long are you willing to sit with an idea… to return to it, to refine it… to add to it?” -Sam Abell
Love is like a tree: it grows by itself, roots itself deeply in our being and...– Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame
The lyrics to White on White… white out now the railroad’s ending cracked iron beneath the power line fir trees grow in a tunnel making swept away now the birds run these grounds the trampoline in the quiet mansion the black heart on the dead man’s skin a fountaineer in a frozen fountain his white shin on your pale blue sailor gown black out up in the ballroom painting your silhouette on...
If human love does not carry a man beyond himself, it is not love. If love is...– Oswald Chambers
Anonymous asked: In answer to the question posed: "swept away, now the birds rule these grounds. a trampoline (?), in the quiet mansion. A black hawk on the dead mans sink. i found an ear in a frozen fountain." Who sings this? — Asked by Anonymous... It's a song by Fredrik called "White on White" from his album "Origami" Enjoy!
About Your Narrative Essays....
Two weeks ago I asked you guys to write narrative essays… and to make it personal. I know how disappointed you were when I banned bunnies and unicorns (take it to guidance if you still harbor resentment). And I was afraid I’d lost you entirely after I read Faulkner… and asked you to “write of the heart.” Certainly, you got a glimpse of how crazy I am about literature. And yet, not one of you...
What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think. This rule,...– Ralph Waldo Emerson