Carpe Diem In Dead Poets Society Novels & Stories

"I shall try to remember everyone's names, but if I get stuck and forget yours please forgive me. Now, to turn our attention to the semester project... and to the man Callista is allergic to. If you need to go to the nurse, Callista, please do let me know." I felt my cheeks catch fire with embarrassment. "To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, creeps in this petty pace from day-to-day, to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow." he quoted dramatically. "William Shakespeare wrote those words in his play entitled Macbeth. Your assignment is a long one, so be prepared. Each of yo

"Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility – We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess – in the Ring – We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain – We passed the Setting Sun – Or rather – He passed us – The Dews drew quivering and chill – For only Gossamer, my Gown – My Tippet – only Tulle – We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground – The Roof was scarcely visible – The Cornice – in the Ground – Since then – ‘tis Centuries – and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses’ Hea

"I don't want to add to Jared's burden, Shopee. He's already so busy that he doesn't have time to deal with things like this. Let it go; Delia will stop if I ignore her." "But what if she tries to harm you again?" "I'll be more vigilant and careful from now on." Sophia sighed, then invited Caroline to leave in her car. ** Delia slammed Jared and Caroline's wedding picture on the floor. She was angry when she found out that her plan had failed, and Caroline was still fine even though poison gas was the only tool that could be used to kill without getting her hands dirty. Like a cat with nine lives, Caroline always survives when Delia tries to commit an assassination attempt. Delia once put po

~XANDER~ Outside the classroom, our group of seniors gathered, sharing knowing glances as we awaited the dean's exit. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation, while inside, the freshmen sat unaware of the storm brewing just beyond the doors. Their world seemed serene, untouched by the reality waiting to crash in on them. Finally, the doors swung open, and the dean emerged, his smile giving the freshmen a false sense of security. Little did they know, their first taste of college life was about to get a lot more interesting, thanks to our planned intervention.

"Today could be your last! You could die in your sleep! You could get hit by a bus!" Okay, the last part is not really my favorite. I already had my traumatic experience with that. "You, that mole is raised and dark. That's not a good sign..!" When I finally reach the door, Professor Cloom slaps my palm like we're highschool buddies and say, "Come on, lighten up! Carpe diem!" What a weird old man. He probably believes that we live in a Dead Poets Society. No assignments, no tests; this is it—the ultimate blow-off class! I thought they were some urban college legend. This is definietly gonna be an easy A!

*Poppy* The air in the car felt heavy as we bounced along the dirt road, the rhythmic bounce of the wheels barely covering the chaos swirling in my mind. I couldn't shake the image of Dante's lifeless body, now shrouded in white silk and adorned with calla lilies and black roses. Each flower seemed to mock the tragedy, a haunting reminder of our failure. I gripped the edge of the seat, trying to steady my raging heart. The news we carried was more than just the death of a warrior; it was a ticking time bomb, threatening to ignite a war between kingdoms.

"We all know you're weird but that's just taking it to a whole new level dude." Kai shrugged, "I'm not high, what I'm saying is," he said taking a sip from his bottle, "we all need to learn to live in the moment. Carpe diem the hell out of life." The three of us looked at each other than at Kai before bursting into laughter at his new found weirdness. "Okay dude, whatever you say." Kai shrugged, "your loss. Don't come crawling to me when you're all old and wrinkly and didn't live your life to the fullest," he said.

"It's where the dregs of society go to die. I should know. I used to live there." "People die there? How come? Is there disease? Plague?" Famallumi stood with a confused look in his face. "Is it like a quarantine area?" "Something like that," Buttercup replied, hugging her knees to her chest as she rocked back and forth. Rhychard stared at the honey-skinned lady on the floor, her eyes lost in a past she struggled to forget. He glanced up at Kree with a questioning look. :This career process has Buttercup doubting herself in a grave way.:

Davies words came back to her, "This world moves too fast, child. People race here and there. Always in a hurry. And when they stop they bury their faces into their phones or the television. Or those blasted video games. No one really knows what life is all about anymore. They take the small things for granted. They think they have to constantly be entertained. Never realizing just how freeing it can be to just be. Be in the moment. Breath and clear their minds. Listen to the silence. Cara, people need to learn how to just be. That's where you will find true contentment and happiness." Cara contemplated those words. Mrs. Davies was right. Cara was guilty of placing too much importance on tri

“Make yourselves necessary in the places where they least expect it. Remember — we are not savages but artists. Our art is war disguised as life.” They filed out into the night, carrying plans on tongues and in hearts. Theodore remained behind and watched them go. Alone in the pit, the torchlight threw his shadow long and monstrous across the stone. He raised the small vial once more and uncorked it. A smell like old cut grass and iron rose. He breathed it in, as if the scent of violence steadied his opiate need to win back what had been taken. The sweet, metallic promise of poison let his teeth clench with pleasure.