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edwardian-girl-next-door · 10 months

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"It may have been observed that there is no regular path to getting out of love as there is to getting in."

~ Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd

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sublimeunknownstar · 2 months

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U know, it's hard when you got mixed feelings that you can't express or handle...

It's exhausting...

#quotes #thoughts #literatute #art #writers #emotions #im exhausted #sad aesthetic #love #feelings #foryou #english

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existential-celestial · 6 years

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Quite early on I had discovered the overlooked space open to those of us with a silent life.

The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje

#the english patient #michael ondaatje #quote #lit #literatute #space #silence #life #existence #*#(autoportrait)

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fangirlingandunicorns · 7 years

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Cinnamon roll: Pride and Prejudice edition

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is actually a cinnamon roll: Jane Bennet

Looks like a cinnamon roll, but could actually kill you: Elizabeth Bennet

Looks like they could kill you and could actually kill you: Caroline Bigley

Looks like they could kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll: Mr. Darcy

Sinnamon roll: Lydia Bennet

#pride and prejudice #english literature #literatute #elizabeth bennet #cinnamon roll #meme

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esceptic · 7 years

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Loves reasons without reason

William Shakespeare

#blog #blogger #shakespeare #quote #english #philosophy #filosofia #amor #muerte #sentimientos #feelings #poetry #literatute

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eurolifeau · 5 years

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Episode three: Wake up (Scene 01)

Monday 8:29, Isabelle Aubret High School, French road. It’s the first day of School, since Summer Holidays have already ended. Alekseev is waiting for his friend Eliot so they can go together to class. Meanwhile he’s waiting, Benjamin Ingrosso (the popular and annoying kid in school) passes by. He greets him. BENJAMIN: Hey! How are you doing, mate? Alekseev is a little suprised, because he never talked to him. ALEKSEEV: Good. BENJAMIN: Nice! See you in class. As Benjamin goes away, Eliot comes to him. ELIOT: You’re friends now? ALEKSEEV: Over my dead body. Eliot shrugs and they both go inside the building. ELIOT: What do we have now? ALEKSEEV: English literatute, I think. Wanna sit with me? ELIOT: You know you don’t have to ask that. ALEKSEEV: Dude, it’s polite to ask for permission. They both go inside the classroom and sit together. ALEKSEEV: I can’t believe in July I was in the Mediterranean, and now I’m stuck in this stupid classroom. ELIOT: Man, I’ve been stuck in my house all summer. ALEKSEEV: But hey, you did throw some awesome parties while your mom was on tour. ELIOT: I guess it’s true. ALEKSEEV: Have you seen Michela? ELIOT: No. Why? ALEKSEEV: I haven’t seen her since… you know. ELIOT: (confused) Do I know? ALEKSEEV: Man, come on. Since when… you know, dude. ELIOT: (even more confused) I don’t? ALEKSEEV: (whispering) Since your last party. ELIOT: (rising his voice unconsciouslly) Ah, yeah! Since you made out. Alekseev reached his mouth to cover it immediatly. ALESKEEV: Dude, are you nuts? ELIOT: (with Alekseev’s hand still in his mouth) Dofn’t wforrfy, nofbofdy hafs hfearfd ift. Alekseev uncovers Eliot’s mouth and gives him a disappointed look. ELIOT: I wish I had a Michela, so my life wouldn’t be so boring. ALEKSEEV: For her to suddenly not talk to you anymore? Believe me, you don’t want to. ELIOT: I do, indeed. I’m bored of my existence. ALEKSEEV: Do you want me to find you a girl? Eliot shrugs. Alekseev immediatly scans the classroom. ALEKSEEV: Nah man, nobody’s enough for you. ELIOT: So that’s why I’m so lonely, huh? Alekseev laughs. ELIOT: What about a boy? ALEKSEEV: I refuse to scan the boys of this class. Half of them are douches and the other half are otakus. ELIOT: What are we, then? ALEKSEEV: The exception to the rule. The teacher then enters to the classroom. It’s apparently a new one. She leaves her books on the table. SURIE: Good morning everyone. ELIOT: Wanna go to La Venda after class? ALEKSEEV: Sure.

#alekseev #eliot #high school

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damodarboruah · 4 years

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MIDNIGHT FAR MELODIOUS TUNE While reading the poem 'The Tone of Midnight Flute' penned by Rajumoni Saikia , I remember the Assamese prose romance 'Miri Jiyori'(1894) - The Miri Maiden - written by Rajanikanta Bordoloi. It is the tragic romantic tale of Jonki and Panoi of ethnic Mising community of Ghunasuti. The region is having abundant resources and natural biodiversity but it is threatened by unabated erosion of River Subansiri[ Historic Ghunasuti on verge of extinction due to erosion , Farhana Ahmed, The Assam Tribune, 31 May , 2019 ]. Again at this moment lovers cannot forget to remember the love story of Romeo + Juliet [ William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, Wikipedia]. Escaping from the present daily doldrum of activities , the poet is going afar discovering new taste to different levels including university students and enrichment of English literatute r like discovering 3000 tonnes of Gold Reserve of12 Lakh Crore in Sonbhadra district in UP by The Geological Survey of India(GSI) recently. On the occassion of Ali Ai Ligang, a spring festival celebrated by Mising or Mishing , an indigenous tribe of Assam, India[ Wikipedia], the poet has written the right theme , and playing of 'Oi Nitom', a traditional music form of Mishing community which means 'song of the dear one' on the heralding of spring season as though the poet himself has reached the same that few could have felt, thought . With wizardly use of imagery , symbolism and impeccable capitalisation of time, theme, tone and taste of readers the poet has revolutionised in already existing much lucid, spontaneous , unartificial presentation of wordly canvas. Inspite of all , the trajectory of the poem could have furthering the taste , but somehow, abruptly , the poet has stopped in the middle, it diminishes the intensity, intriguity and ingenuity of the poem, somehow. Instead without seeing back , rather taking it forward , the poet has left readers suspense, felt what in the poem that deeply rooted to.How the true love is in real. The poet is alarmingly felt that there is rarely existence of any true love today... https://www.instagram.com/p/B85zURrn_IS/?igshid=uq9n7nxmnnjt

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alwaysbringabookwithyou · 7 years

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Hello! As an Irish student trying to decide which college to attend I must ask, How did you get into Oxford? Like what were the steps you took? (I presume you took an undergraduate degree). Thank you!

Hi! First of all, good luck with your applications and well done you for thinking about it so early. I hope my advice can help.Okay, so my personal journey to Oxford went like this:I had never really considered going to uni, it wasn't much of the done thing at my school and I have to say university never entered my head at all (much less Oxford) until after I had done my GCSEs- scored well, and come back for sixth form.A family friend told my parents she was getting her son to apply for UNIQ- a summer school run by Oxford and my parents should tell me to apply to it too.There was much mirth and merriment on my part at this suggestion- Oxford?? Summer school?? ME?? But I ended up putting in an app because hey, it was a free holiday. I also applied for a similar scheme at Cambridge.Fast forward and I was accepted to both schemes and went. I had the time of my life at UNIQ, it sounds cheesy but I felt a lot like I had finally come home. I made friends with fantastic people who are still my friends now and I came back with a burning determination to get into Oxford and live that life.So then the application process starts, Oxford asks that your UCAS application is sent in October not in the January deadline- so I had to write a personal statement pretty sharpish in September since I obviously had not prepared one given my previous decision not to go to uni.I then had to arrange to sit an aptitude test, standard for all Oxford students, no one had ever gone to Oxford from my school before so I coached them through this.I sent away several pieces of written work (marked by my teacher), a reference from a teacher and my UCAS form.I sat the ELAT (English literatute aptitude test) in November.I got a letter asking me to come for interview in the first week of December.I flew over- Oxford put you up in halls for the duration of your stay for free and your meals are free in order to maximise accesibility.I shivered in my room hiding from all the clever people.I sat 2 interviews at my chosen college, Exeter, and one at Mansefield.I came home and waited.In January while at a hair appointment my daddy phoned to say my letter had arrived, I begged him to open it but he wouldn't and said I had to do it.I went home and opened the envelope.I had got in!!!So that's my story, but there are as many ways to get to Oxford as there are people in the world- the main thing is to write a personal statement in good time, ask a teacher who knows your abilities and believes in you to write your reference, enrol for the aptitude test, and make sure you send them any written work they ask for!Phew, applications are hard, good luck!!

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twodogsdead · 12 years

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If someday I make a list of definitions wanting single words to head them, a cherished entry will be "To abridge, expand, or otherwise alter or cause to be altered, for the sake of belated improvement, one's own writings in translation."

Vladimir Nabokov

#vladimir nabokov #russian literature #russian #English Literatute #english #translation #Nabokov #invitation to a beheading #definition #quote

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edwardian-girl-next-door · 10 months

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"She heard footsteps brushing the grass, and had a consciousness that love was encircling her like a perfume."

~ Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd

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edwardian-girl-next-door · 9 months

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~ Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

[text id: "What then came next? Where were they going? From her hand, ice cold, held deep in the sea, there spurted up a fountain of joy at the change, at the escape, at the adventure that she should be alive, that she should be there)." /end id]

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