Novel & Cerita Famous Quotes From Dead Poets Society

A child ran past us with a small flame cupped in her hands, careful and proud. "Do you know how many people would want what you have right now?" His voice turned hard as he whispered. "People die with things they never said, never did, never tried. They die waiting for the right time and the right time never comes and they just—" He stopped. "They just end." I glared at the fire.

Athena POV “I used to think my life was a tragedy, but now I realize, it’s a comedy”. That famous quote from the Joker runs through my head over and over, as my clothes are absolutely drenched in slimy red and yellow gunk. Only, in my case, it’s still a tragedy. I fail to see the comedy part in all of this.

The first student to be honored was a math scholar, and after that was an eight-year-old human who had gotten a book published, something with dragons, and then we were treated to the school’s acting scholar, who recited Shakespeare with a depth of feeling that was truly impressive. To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;

He shakes his head slightly. "Well, I second the break-up idea." I walk over to scoop up my jeans where Kadeem tossed them. "I can handle pain just fine, too," I say airily. I pause, trying to look smart and contemplative before I recite something that popped up on my social media feed that morning: "'What is to give light must endure burning.'” He blinks at me. “That's Viktor Frankl," I add haughtily. He scrutinizes me, then casts me a wry look, before sitting down to put on his shirt. He mumble-sings something as he does.

The graveyard was so neat. Row upon row of white marble tombstones all rising from the thick blanket of snow. Each one was perfect, polished and exactly the same as all of the others, except the name it bore. They were lined up perfectly with those in front and behind, a city block for the dead. Life is but a roaming shadow, a pitiable thespian. Who struts and frets his few moments upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale imparted by a foolish wit, full of noise and fury... yet meaningless nonetheless.

| {In the fell clutch of circumstance} {I have not winced nor cried aloud} | What keeps repeating in my head are the words of the poem "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley; something the Sisters taught me at Nuestra Señora de la Buen Viaje and I memorized as a child. I used to recite the same words to myself during severe attacks of depression. I guess I forgot that I knew them, just like many other parts of my childhood. “I said…” I tell Septimus, a little louder this time, “… you’re wrong.”

I’ll never understand the things that circled his mind each day, the words that poisoned it. “‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here’,” my professor quoted from her copy of The Tempest, the words slashing through my musings. “A powerful statement – and very potent in a time where belief of the devil was very real. What did Shakespeare mean by his words?”

“Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love.” - Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. ~ CASPIAN ~ “I forgot to tell you all that this is only the beginning.” Those words reverberate like thunderbolts before they are gone again, their absence shifting the battlefield into a silence heavier than fear. Heavier than pain. Heavier than loss.

She found Joel still seated comfortably as he bobbed his head to the music in his ears. Shooting him a killing look, she sat on one of the chairs close to the door. The motivational posters of various colours that decorated the sky-blue painted walls caught her attention. And most of them, she observed, contained quotes from famous people. Some she had heard of and some she had read about. "A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it's in hot water." ~ Eleanor Roosevelt. That one made her smile. “The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." ~ Nelson Mandela

"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!