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Great Last Lines in Literature

29 Jul

It’s the last thought… the door closing… the last lines in some of my favorite works of literature.

I think a great last line is strong enough to stand on its own, to provoke thought even without the support of the rest of the work. Of course, if you are already familiar with these works, the last line may bring back your own thoughts on these writings, the feeling you may have had as you turned the last page. The last line is the end of the author’s thoughts and the beginning of your own. It inspires the reader to meander with the prose, even after the story ends. 

  • The eyes and the faces all turned themselves toward me, and guiding myself by them, as by a magical thread, I stepped into the room. Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
  • Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody. J. D. Salinger The Catcher in the Rye
  • He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance. Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
  • I shall never again think that all tramps are drunken scoundrels, nor expect a beggar to be grateful when I give him a penny, nor be surprised if men out of work lack energy, nor subscribe to the Salvation Army, nor pawn my clothes, nor refuse a handbill, nor enjoy a meal at a smart restaurant. That is a beginning. George Orwell, Down and Out in Paris and London
  • “Yes,” I said. “Isn’t it pretty to think so?” Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
  • And when he had lived long, and was borne to his grave a hoary corpse, followed by Faith, an aged woman, and children and grandchildren, a goodly procession, besides neighbors not a few, they carved no hopeful verse upon his tombstone, for his dying hour was gloom. Nathaniel Hawthorne, Young Goodman Brown
  • Ah, Bartleby! Ah, humanity! Herman Melville, Bartleby, The Scrivener 
  • When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease–of joy that kills. Kate Chopin, The Story of an Hour
  • Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger. James Joyce, Araby
  • I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more. F. Scott Fitzgerald, Winter Dreams
  • He went on down the hill, toward the dark woods within which the liquid silver voices of the birds called unceasing–the rapid and urgent beating of the urgent and quiring heart of the late spring night. He did not look back. William Faulkner, Barn Burning 
  • She kept watching him even when she was through cutting the onions and she kept on watching until it was no longer possible for her to see him, because then he  was no longer an annoyance in her life but an imaginary dot on the horizon of the sea. Gabriel Garcia Marquez, A Very Old Man With Enormous Wings
  • They all watched me dance with my grandmother. I was my grandmother, dancing. Sherman Alexie, What You Pawn I Will Redeem
  • A State which bore this kind of fruit, and suffered it to drop off as fast as it ripened, would prepare the way for a still more perfect and glorious State, which also I have imagined, but not yet anywhere seen. Henry David Thoreau, Walden
  • I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my Lolita. Vladamir Nabokov, Lolita
  • Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigue, I have had my vision. Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

The End

P.S. What’s your favorite last line?

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Italia and 1/2 a Glass of Wine Too Many

19 Jul

A little pleasure known as pizza margherita.

There is something about rich cheeses, fresh tomato sauces, and handmade pastas that speak to the soul. My boyfriend, Anthony, and I had a delicious meal at Strings Italian Café this evening. He had been pestering me to leave the house all day and we decided to try somewhere new to dine.  Being senior citizens at heart and twenty-something’s technically, we are creatures of habit and either eat at home or one of our regular haunts.

We stepped inside the small café, lined with floor to ceiling windows. Granted it was a Thursday evening, but we were the only couple under sixty. There were chic older women with perfectly set white hair enjoying glasses of pinot grigio at the table across from us and behind us, an older gentleman with serious looking spectacles called the waitress over by name.  For us, the fifty year age difference between the regular patrons and ourselves wasn’t necessarily a bad thing; it was quiet and low key. The gentle hum of conversation and the clink of wine glasses and silverware against plates created a harmonious symphony.

Anthony ordered the margherita pizza with fresh mozzarella, basil, and tomato sauce and I had the artichoke stuffed ravioli. Ropes of melting cheese pulled out from the crispy dough. Anthony cooled down in the ninety degree heat with house made ice tea, while I paired my pasta with a rich red wine with notes of chocolate and blackberry that warmed my cheeks as I drank it.

Molto delizioso! Salute!

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Merge Left for Marriage

18 Jul

Photo by Anthony Delgado

At what age do we become real grown-ups? Is there an invisible boundary between twenty-four and twenty-five that activates the marriage and mother gene? If so, was I absent that day?

It seems everywhere I look; I am surrounded by Bugaboo strollers and blinded by bright, shiny engagement rings. The really strange part about it is I know some of these strollees and diamond slinging offenders. It’s as if I woke up and suddenly there is this Domesticity Partition separating the marrieds from unmarrieds, the yes-I-want-kids from the yes-I-want-to-travels.

My best friend and engaged traitor, Shayla, has been moved over the Partition, and now attends grown-up soirees for New Years and receives fancy thousand dollar plates as engagement gifts. As a sort of a UN peace ambassador between the two sides, Shayla gracefully balances between her life affianced and her friendship with me, student and poor person.

“But tell me this” I asked her over the phone, “when did it become normal to talk about diapers and poop for hours? No one bats an eyelash! They just keep talking and talking about puke and poop as if it’s the most natural thing in the world”

“Well, no one wants to hear about your child’s poop. They should know that. They probably were never very interesting to begin with” she told me.

“But it’s true! People that are only four years older than me have these completely alien lives, they have kids and husbands and I can’t even pay my phone bill on time”.

It was then that she went into a long story about her favorite aunt and uncle who had it all. They traveled, had kids, and retained their ability to relate to people without kids. But it just seemed so distant to what I had experienced, like a sort of fairy tale ending. She popped out a kid, went back to work, and then they traveled the globe. The End. No poop.

I told her about how earlier that day, I leaned over the balcony in the mall that overlooks the kids play area. The loop of multi-colored plastic couches were crowded with moms watching their children slide through tubes and jump into a sea of red, yellow, and green plastic spheres. The women were all probably a few years older than me, but no more than five or ten years. As I watched them sip their four dollar lattes and smooth the imaginary wrinkles from their perfectly coordinated track suits, I wondered, am I the strange one?

What happened to making a friend in the sandbox when you were five or later proclaiming lifelong friendships over too many beers? Are those days over, to be filed away with old yearbooks and Hanson CDs?

“Yes, you are weird” she said. “You call breast implants enlarged mammary glands; you’re weird. But I promise, when I have kids, I won’t talk about their poop. I’ll probably want to forget that I ever cleaned it anyway.”

That’s what I love about Shayla, no matter how far we get from our 18 and 22 year old selves, we’ll always be kindred, even if she does enjoy doing laundry and I haven’t had my car washed in two months.

So with that, I resign peacefully to my half of the partition with the comfort of knowing that maybe we don’t have to pick a side.

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Beauty Classics

11 Jul

Top 5 Brands from my library of tried and true products I reach for again and again…

5. L’Oreal is the largest beauty empire in the world, with more than 500 brands under its corporate umbrella. From drug store makeup to department store luxury, L’Oreal offers it all. Though I don’t use many of their products, they made the list because of their Sublime Bronze Salon Airbrush Self-Tanning Mist. In my search for the perfect safe-sun tan, I stumbled upon the L’Oreal product at a Walgreens. Though I was initially resistant to its charms, with its suspicious orange can and seven dollar price tag, I was eventually wooed by the beautiful result. It works similarly to St. Tropez’s mist offering, but for a third of the price! I misted on exfoliated, moisturized skin and the effect was natural, glowing, tan skin.

Honey Coconut Hand Creme

4. Love and Toast With the motto, “Pretty is as Pretty Does”, I feel good about my purchases with this philanthropic company. A portion of every sale is donated to Regional Affiliates of Girls Inc. I discovered their Honey Coconut hand crème at a privately owned boutique in California, but their website offers a full selection of their yummy smelling crèmes and potions. Honey Coconut hand crème is the perfect level of hydration with macadamia, olive fruit, and Shea butter and smells like heaven! Its sugared vanilla scent has hints of violet and sandalwood and is an alluring blend of the beach and fresh-baked cupcakes.

3. Aveda The first beauty company to manufacture entirely with wind energy, Aveda is the greenest professional hair and skin brand around. With on average 98% plant derived ingredients, their products are both nutritious for skin and hair as well as good for the earth. In my personal effort to minimize my carbon footprint, I visit my local Aveda store for just about all my hair product needs including a fairly recent find Invati Thickening Conditioner. Designed for people with thinning hair, it thickens each hair strand and prevents breakage. I don’t have thinning hair, but a girl could always use some thickening. It leaves my hair shiny, bouncy and full of volume. And there is just nothing like Aveda’s unique pure flower aromas.

Good to Go

2. Essie Beginning in 1981, Essie has been a forceful presence in the nail world. In fact, Queen Elizabeth won’t wear anything other than their iconic shade Ballet Slippers. An award-winning and editorial favorite, Essie offers a rainbow of glossy nail colors. Though they did not make #1 on the list, Essie’s Good to Go top coat is hands down my single favorite beauty product of all time. It dries to a tough, chip-resistant, glossy finish in about a minute and gives the illusion of a gel manicure for under ten dollars a bottle.

M.A.C Cosmetics

1. M.A.C, or Make-Up Art Cosmetics, is a widely known source for all things beauty. With over one hundred colors for eyes, lips, and cheeks at any given time, they have what you need, trust me. Though well-known, it can be overwhelming to gaze upon the kaleidoscope of colors and products at any given M.A.C store or counter. They did not make number one on my list simply for their products, but for their artists. The artists are highly skilled and paid to show you techniques and products that will help you achieve your desired look. Whether it be the perfect nude lip, winged liner, or a whole new look, ask for help or make an appointment. Unless you are an artist yourself, it is the only way to successfully navigate the veritable labyrinth of products you will encounter. Plus, it’s fun! On my last visit, I received a full application and was overjoyed that not only was I certain I had the right colors, but I knew how to apply them.

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