Novel & Cerita Quotes From The Dead Poets Society

3900’s words made all the dead soldiers who were in shock feel extremely depressed for a moment. Everyone knew that 3900 was right. Once they did not have the antidote, they would soon die from the poison. Even if they wanted to fight to the death against the Qing Eliminating Society, they probably would not be able to wait for the day when they could kill the enemy in battle. Charlie looked at 3900 and the dead soldiers at this moment and asked curiously, “Would you rather be controlled by the Qing Eliminating Society for all eternity, or would you rather fight them to the death?”

It seemed that he had seen it in his dream. A desolate, lonely, and barren world. There was no obvious boundary between the sky and the earth. Numerous walking corpses formed a neat line as they slowly moved forward. This team was long and winding, with no end at both ends. This was the world of the dead. "It seems like it really was you who took action that time." Caspian said. He was referring to the scene of Shaw Charles's soul being destroyed. Pu. A lantern appeared out of thin air in front of Caspian and lit up.

FL (The sentences with quotation marks are examples of the scene, you don’t have to follow them strictly) : She’s a senior year high school student. Being an invisible girl at school doesn’t bother her, because she knows her soulmate somewhere can appreciate her true self, the answer has been written on her wrist. “ Is it thy will, thy image should keep open my heavy eyelids to the weary night?”(the line is optional, you can devise your own) it says. She imagined her soulmate being helplessly old-fashioned romantic. They complement each other, she thought, because she never had much interest in art or literature. The first day of the new term, a handsome new teacher began his literature clas

"Death is before me today: like the recovery of a sick man, like going forth into a garden after sickness. Death is before me today: like the odour of myrrh, like sitting under a sail in a good wind. Death is before me today: like the course of a stream; like the return of a man from the war-galley to his house. Death is before me today: like the home that a man longs to see, after years spent as a captive."

He held his arms out wide as he walked amongst the bodies around him, dripping his virus onto their dissolved remains. Neeb rushed up the levels, to begin pushing the bodies over the edge. Their heads shattering against the stripped bones below did nothing to deter Cosmo. He chose his path carefully and muttered to himself as he dripped life back into those who had it stolen from them. “The dead do not betray me” he chanted, as the bodies around him twitched “lift your broken souls from the debris. Trust my stolen heart, kill those who tore you apart.” I heard someone gasp in a lungful of the poisonous air, before another’s mouth fell open; their teeth breaking into pointed shards.

"No, they're not good. And they're more of quotes anyway, they're short." "Okay, so tell me one. Tell me your favourite one." I bit my lip and look at him, contemplating whether I should or shouldn't. I have one in mind, the most recent one. As I watch him driving, his brown curls not falling over his eyes for once because he gelled them, the poem comes out by itself. "She couldn't understand," I begin, whispering, and gulp, still observing him, "why she found comfort in the dark, when all her life she had a fear of darkness."

"Let not thy law confronts us, Let not thy mouth of a gun bestow fear upon us, Let not thy dazzling gold blind us, Let not thy pen draw the line between us. Four souls wagered for the good, Let thy stars attest thee, Of these tainted blood, Ready to be spilled." He recited. Even Luke went noiseless after that. That poem was meant to be buried on the grave, together wi--- "Who led you there?" Luke managed to question after being stunned. Which made me wonder, he still has that, huh. Kai was also left speechless, those serious eyes of his had seen too much, too much for him to even have the strength to think rationally.

Auden; You wish, sadly wishes don't be coming true no more so your sour self be stuck with my goofy ass forever. Tristan; There's nothing like forever, dummy. We all gon die soon one day. Auden; Of course I know, but at least we're still alive at the moment. This is our forever staring at us right now. Pfft. Damon; For once, Auden's sounding smart and meaning it. Is the world coming to an end already since weirder things keeps happening. Auden; Oh, fuck off man. Of course you had to ruin my golden moment with your lousy text. Fool.

"You can't survive a direct hit from a deletion protocol of this magnitude!" "I’ve spent my entire life being a ghost in the machine, Sophia," Zero replied, a serene, almost celestial smile touching his lips. his golden eyes met her silver ones with a clarity that transcended the digital abyss. "But a ghost can haunt, and a ghost can explode. I was never meant to survive the system—I was meant to break it."

"Why don't you see if anything speaks to you?" I wander through the narrow aisles, breathing in the scent of old paper and ink. My fingers trail across familiar names—Plath, Oliver, Neruda—poets I used to know by heart. I pull out a slim volume of Mary Oliver's work and flip to a random page: "Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"