If

if you really love someone

please take care about everything happened in your life

then someday these will be your power

trust the power you have and use it well

this is the book we use in the research method course

this week we are in part four of this book

Lost Letters 

what Tamina wants is obviously to know

she wants to keep the place of her own

to keep her memory with her husband

she doesn't want to write

because she doesn't want to force anyone to listen to her

but she lost everything at last.

writing and talking seems to help us to understand

but is it real a help?

sometimes there is something can't be talk

to keep it in mind is a better way to go

"A Psalm of Life"

                                                                'Life that shall send

                                                                 A challenge to its end,

                                                                 And when it comes, say, 'Welcome, friend.' 

                                                What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist

                                                              Tell me not, in mournful numbers,

                                                                   Life is but an empty dream!

                                                              For the soul is dead that slumbers,

                                                                    And things are not what they seem. 

                                                               Life is real---Life is earnest---

                                                                    And the grave is not its goal:

                                                               Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

                                                                    Was not spoken of the soul.

                                                               Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,

                                                                     Is our destin'd end or way;

                                                               But to act, that each to-morrow

                                                                     Find us farther than to-day.

                                                               Art is long, and time is gleeting,

                                                                     And our hearts, though stiut and brave,

                                                               Still, like muffled drums, are beating

                                                                      Funeral marches to the grave.

                                                               In the world's broad field of battle,

                                                                      In the bivouac of Life,

                                                               Be not like dumb, driven cattle!

                                                                      Be a hero in the strife!

                                                               Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!

                                                                       Let the dead Past bury its dead!

                                                               Act---act in the glorious Present!

                                                                       Heart within, and God o'er head!

                                                               Lives of great men all remind us

                                                                       we can make our lives sublime,

                                                               And, departing,leave behind us

                                                                       Footsteps on the sands of time.

                                                               Footsteps, that, perhaps another,

                                                                       Sailing o'er life's solemn main,

                                                               A forlorn and shipwreck'd brother,

                                                                       Seeing, shall take heart again.

                                                               Let us then be up and doing,

                                                                        With a heart for any fate;

                                                               Still achieving, still pursuing,

                                                                         Learn to labor and to wait.

"A Psalm of Life"

...

"Let us then be up and doing,

        With a heart for any fate;

Still achieving, still pursuing,

        Learn to labor and to wait."

...

a story mentions about the woman in Jane Eyre

the madness woman

by watch the whole movie

in the end, the feeling chang into a strange mood

maybe her madness is not all her fault

maybe i am just some sympathy to the weak one

but there is something that her husband has do wrong

so

how can people choose to believe others

maybe to be believe in someone is important

but you will never knowing that you will have the end like her or not

Antoinette Cosway