Quotes From The Dead Poets Society 소설 & 이야기

"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?"

“Kade’s pride has seeded all our graves.” A different man, younger, who had clasped his mate to his chest in the corner, let out a noise that wasn’t a word. Tears burned his eyes. “We will all die,” he said, his voice cracked and the sentence shattered into a dozen variations: “We’re finished.” “There’s no way out.” “Lucien deletes whole packs.” Each phrase, each cracked syllable, swung through the circle and left raw marks. “No mercy.” “Not even the animals.” “Not a single one.”

I am dead…. ****

“Over my dead body,” ...............................

Eveth spent time pull me steos closer to death abd the moon goddess. Poisoning really is a bitch and a slow undesirable and unadvisable death method. I heave. I feel empty and already dead. I survival will is all gone, dead and extinct. I feel a living corpse. All hope is gone. Everything is gone. My only cure and supposed healer is gone. I watch it gradually disperse before my very eye's. I watch a f**king mob stain abs damp it's abilities and usefulness. I watch it all smash and leave the floor to a bacteria infested foamy watcher.

"Do you know him? Where did you learn rhymes like this? Aren't you—” "This verse is often heard in the streets around the cathedrals of England." Fear No More (by William Shakespeare) Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages Thou thy worldly task has done Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages Golden lads and girls all must As chimney sweepers come to dust "England? cathedral? I've been living in Oxford all this time, how come I didn't know?”

And the people are starting to sing: Death will have no power over us. They will be one as a dead man nude. With the west moon and the man in the wind; When all of their bones have been picked clean and the clean bones have been removed, They'll have stars on their elbows and feet. They will remain sane even if they go insane. They will emerge from the sea, even if they sink. Even if couples are apart, love will endure. Death will have no power over us. Death will have no power over us.