Expression par essai et dissertation - Marina Dard - Wattpad

Story cover for Expression par essai et dissertation by Miyu-Lina

Expression par essai et dissertation

Reads 570
Votes 0
Parts 1
Time 12m

Reads 570
Votes 0
Parts 1
Time 12m

dissertation expression

Il n'y a qu'un moyen pour accéder à son élévation personnelle ; le recul et la remise en question de soi et de ses idées, car en effet, comme il a été mentionné si justement par Mahatma Gandhi, "sois le changement que tu veux voir en ce monde".

Trouvez en ces mots la rédaction de mes convictions les plus profondes et entières sur le sens de nos vies, des pensées existentielles pour tenter de s'élever. Défendez-vous les mêmes points de vue ? je vous invite à me partager vos avis également, vos accords et vos désaccords... Remettons-nous ensemble en question ! 

Cette lecture peut éventuellement aider aussi les étudiants, pour leurs écritures personnelles... puissent mes écris apporter un peu de lumière à autrui !All Rights Reserved

dissertation expression

Table of contents

Ne voit-on bien qu'avec le cœur, et l'essentiel est-il invisible pour les yeux ?
Thu, May 14, 2020

1 part

Ne voit-on bien qu'avec le cœur, et l'essentiel est-il invisible pour les yeux ?
Thu, May 14, 2020

Sign up to add Expression par essai et dissertation to your library and receive updates

or

#172dissertation

Content Guidelines

You may also like

Reveries and Musings by RomanticCynic

Everyone, during some point in their life, experiences emotions, situations and adversities that changes them, sometimes for the better, and sometimes, for the worse. And then there are times when we seem to leave our body mentally, to introspect about the world, its workings, and the people living in it. Everyone has that time in their lives where they wonder about how minds work, how relationships thrive, and what makes them, them. Sometimes, it's at night when you're going to bed, and life seems just a little different when there isn't any light illuminating it. Maybe it's in the shower, where tears mix with the water, and go unnoticed. Maybe it's early in the morning, just before dawn, when the idea of starting afresh doesn't seem quite so daunting. But remember. You're you because of your past. And you're no less than anybody else. Join me as I put words to my innermost feelings, as I voice my opinions. Join me as I gather the courage to write down thoughts that run through every person's mind at least once in their lives. Join me as I break conventions, as I rant and rave my way through these emotions, challenges, difficulties, opinions, that have the power to make me, or break me. In the end though, the choice will always be mine.

Before It Struck Midnight. *COMPLETE* by Strale26

Before I begin, I just want to say that this story does include some mature themes. I will also give out a warning a chapter prior to these scenes. Getting that out of the way, let's go onto the story description... *This book contains explicit content* *EXTRACT FROM THE BOOK* I stared at him, cooking and whistling, something that I could not do, or should I say, wasn't bothered to do. I decided to move away and to try and find an exit but I didn't even take one step back when I heard his voice. "Princess? Is that you?" I saw him raise his head before shooting his eyes onto me. The sudden gaze caused to heart to race while it froze my body as if I have turned into ice. I felt the fear engulf my body, eating me inside out. "You aren't scared of me... Are you?" he asked me, I sensed the envy in his voice. That mixed with his harsh tone caused a wave of goosebumps to course through my body. I wanted to begin by asking him where was I? Why was I here? Why was he here... I wanted to ask him, but I couldn't, the fear was just all too much for me. "Come on... Speak to me... Ask me..." he began. "Ask me 'why am I here' and all of that crap... Entertain me with your fear." I saw him slowly gripping a knife that was on the countertop, with his eyes still on mine. The sides of his mouth slowly began tilting upwards. All the bitterness and the cold, it was all so visible in his eyes. I looked at him in horror, noticing him as he took his first steps towards me. "Talk to me... Because this might be the only time you will ever be able to talk, " he said this sentence in such a calm tone, it caused me once again to shiver with goosebumps. "W-what do you mean...". Never in my life have I stuttered, until then.

Cliché, Touché and Douche by FadedSmoke

{Completed - #12 highest} I was walking on a path all alone at midnight. I was just wondering around, until I saw a guy in a hoodie. He was beating the pulp out of another guy and one more man was on the ground, he was not moving. I gasped. 'Is he dead?' Or he can be unconscious, yeah 'el' he is just unconscious not dead. Duh! Who would kill a guy? As I was proceeding with my thoughts, that hoodie guy turned his face towards me. My heart had a mini heart attack. I turned my heels to the opposite direction and started to run. 'Run Ella, run for your life' was what my mind was screaming to me. I took turns without thinking, that guy was now following me and guess what? I took a wrong turn and which ended up being a dead end ' You are so dead' I thought. So, I started to think what I said last time to the people I love. 'Good night mom, love you.' to my mom, 'Stop annoying me! I'm going to bed.' to dad which also mean I love you, 'See you later Lu, love you!' to Luana. Okay my good bye says I love them all. Now I can die in peace. Granddad I'll meet you soon in the heaven, if you are there. I was still in my deep thoughts until I saw his silhouette. As, he get closer, my heart begin to race faster. I closed my eyes, until I heard him say "Ella?" O to the M to the G, this person actually knows me. I opened my one eye and saw him due to the small light hanging in that ally "Errrrr'ick!" I squeaked and mentally face palmed myself. Even at this state I'm calling him Errr'ick. "I'm sorry your highness, what can I do for you?" I squeaked again while trembling. The next second I heard his fits of laughter. He was rolling on the floor, actually rofling. I was glaring at him but I realised that I'm not in a position to glare. So, I made puppy dog face for him to spare my little life. He stopped but after seeing my face, he started to laugh again. He tried to say between his guffaws "You..... your face .....was epiccc!" He started to gasp for air and had tears in his eyes.

A Stalker's Passion by DaniAG1998

"CHARLIE!" His screams were getting closer until I saw him completely. I grabbed the knife and pointed it straight at him. "Get away from me!" I say warning him His face was red and he still stalked towards me slowly. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" I yell fearing the fact that didn't look scared at all. "Put the knife down." I started to back up a bit still pointing the knife at him. "I'm not telling you again, put it down NOW!" His calm persona was instantly replaced with a furious one. "Please Tho-" He came charging straight at me but I made a run for it. I ran as fast as I could with him behind me until he tackled me to the floor. The knife flew across the hallway and he was on top of me. "Thomas please let me go. I don't want to be here. Please." I say begging "You're ruining everything. It was so perfect and special just for you and you're ruining it." I can tell he was sad but more pissed off this anything. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?! I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME!" He screamed in my face. "I-" "SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!" He roars slapping me across the face. He roughly picks me up and drags me to the room. He yanked me away from him making me fall hit my knee on the hard wood floor. He walked in the bathroom to get something and I realized it something to put me to sleep. He poured the chemical into the towel as he mumbled to himself and I watched in fear. He pulled me from the ground and tried to make me breathe in. I fought the urge to. I thrashed back and forth trying to get free but nothing worked. Slowly, my vision got blurry and felt darkness overtake me.

Drake's Kitten (completed) by Yellow1017

He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

ZEMBLANITY[2]- Proliferating Pain by mahqtab6

[ON HOLD TILL MAY-JUNE] CAUTION ⚠️- The narrative incorporates instances of violence, mature themes, and elements that may put you in a cumbersome WEEKLY UPDATE 🔻"|Please note that this story has been crafted with deliberate and vivid intention. Additionally, any resemblances between the plot or characters should be regarded as purely coincidental. If you happen to come across any errors or inconsistencies, I would appreciate it if you could overlook them or directly inform me|".🔺 The orb of humans is male-oriented, no matter from which ethnicity, religion or community they belong. But the fact is that No ethical jurisprudence, religious beliefs or community legislation aggrandise chauvinism. The only thing that lifts inhumanity in the form of Chauvinism is some Norms, Traditions, Rituals and stereotypes, which are created by all mentally-visually impaired human beings no matter whether they are Women or Men. This Narrative illuminates the Life of Two individuals who are encapsulated in the sphere of Praxis which is called CHILD-MARRIAGE. Gauri was a Fifteen-year-old girl, whose life was guzzled by a traditionally obsequious human-figured Monster, Gauri once said, "Those who think that the society is Male-oriented, they are mentally impaired by esurient Human beings" Zorawar was sixteen years old boy, who lost his childhood under the overburdened responsibility of his Family, Zorawar once said, " 'The society is Male-oriented because men are stronger than women', this Superstition is made to confine the truth that Women are staunchest than Men as they can handle all her responsibility without the help of Men" To know why these thoughts initiated in the innocent soul of two innocent Humans come in the Narrator's craft, which is about to embark on the voyage and experience the true story of Most Indian People, especially Women.

On Jobs, by Peccator

Prompt: Finally, you will produce an 8-10 page final paper using the repository of data that you will collect as a class. The goal of the final paper is to synthesize course themes and materials with the original data collected from the "Workers of Atlanta" project to analyze the nature of work in the 21st century. At a minimum, your final paper should draw upon the two interviews you conducted, as well as that of four additional workers that your classmates interviewed. This is why you will be uploading your final transcriptions into Moodle - so that your other classmates may read them and thoughtfully integrate them into their final papers in ways that make sense. As you watch your classmates present during Week 16, think of whose interviews might be most interesting or tangentially related to yours to incorporate into your final paper. You are welcome to tackle this from any angle you want. Perhaps you want to compare and contrast the experiences of white-collar workers with that of blue-collar workers. If this is the case, your analyses should consider how the nature of work if similar or different for both white-collar and blue-collar workers using course materials, as well their own words and digital images. Perhaps you see differences in how white-collar women describe their experiences versus white-collar men. Or how Black interviewees describe their interactions with customers in service occupations compared to that of White interviewees. The options are endless, so long as your paper is engaged with the original data from the project and with course materials to make sense of these workers' varied experiences. You can, and are encouraged to refer to, the digital photographs within your analysis.

POV by E_Lyric

Life often presents itself as a series of hurdles, each one taller than the last. These hurdles, though daunting, are not meant to break us but to shape us into who we are meant to be. It is through our darkest nights that we gain the strength to face the dawn. It's when we are at our lowest, feeling like the world has conspired against us, that the seeds of resilience are sown. Every tear shed in frustration waters the roots of perseverance. Every sleepless night, spent grappling with doubt and uncertainty, serves as a silent testament to our inner strength. It is in these moments of struggle that our character is forged, like steel tempered in fire. The sweetness of success is not found in the absence of hardship but in the victory over it. The taste of triumph is more profound when seasoned with the bitterness of the journey. It is this contrast that makes success not just a goal but a celebration of the human spirit. In the end, it is the hardest times that give flavor to our achievements, making them not just milestones but moments of profound personal growth. Through pain, we learn endurance; through failure, we find resolve. And when success finally comes, it is not just a destination reached but a testament to the journey endured. ◉⁠‿⁠◉

Don't Look Back by Carolyn_Hill

ONC 2024: In college, it was a case of wrong place/wrong time. Eight years later, they have a second chance. But will they take the leap? ___ Prompt 14: "My muse, believe me, waiting for you has been a form of freedom." ___ Excerpt: "Don't look back." Ian stares at me through the screen with his dark, intense gaze. "Don't long for all the things that might have been. Don't chastise yourself for the decisions you've made." For a moment, his words render me silent. "Appreciate all those little indentations that make you who you are," he says with a tender expression. "And remember your superpower." "What superpower?" "Let yourself dream again." A tender smile crosses his features. "Focus that intense drive of yours on the future like you used to do." He's right. For so long, I've been living in survival mode. One foot in front of the other. Stuck in this nightmare, I haven't been able to see any other way forward. Until now. "You're free now," he says, "to make better choices that will make you truly happy." For a moment, I let my mind take me wherever it wants to go. Right now? It wants to be in Boston, beside him. But can I leave everything behind?

Moving In by _CallMe_Crazy

Blaze White is the New Girl at the Prep school in her mothers old home town. But her only goal for senior year is to keep a low profile, no friends, no parties and NO boys. Axel may be adored and worshipped by his peer-but he hates people, except 5. So when a beautiful but closed off girl suddenly enters his group. He is not welcoming of the mysterious beauty despite the pull they both feel. •••• WARNING: This was written many moons ago. I have decided to put it back up because of a large request from readers. However, I was a kid when I wrote this so take it with a grain of salt. *** Like a deer in head lights, I freeze and watch as the car comes towards me expecting to get hit. But to my surprise, the car swerves to the side slightly next to me and comes to a stop. I take a deep breath I didn't know I was holding at the driver's side door swings open and a very pissed off Axel steps out. "Thank god," I mumble and place my hands on my knees to catch my breath. "Blaze?" He says and I hate it. I hate how he says my name as if it's his. Like he knows it's the only thing I want to hear, him calling out to me, looking at me, focused to me. It's the first time in my life I wanted someone's attention so badly I didn't care how I got it. And that was too dangerous for me to hold onto. "Are you insane or some shit? I could have killed you!" He says and starts to walk towards me. I take a big breath and step back away from him, "s-stop! Axel," I stutter still panting. It's then he notices the blood on my hands and shirt. "Is that blood?" He asks staring at my shirt and I take another step back. "Stop, stay b-back," I try to say confidently but I can't even breath right. Realizing he won't listen I start to turn around planning to make a break for it. "Don't run from me Blaze it won't go well," he growls reading my thoughts causing me to freeze in my spot. "Do not ever think you can get away from me."

You may also like

Slide 1 of 10

Reveries and Musings cover

Before It Struck Midnight. *COMPLETE* cover

Cliché, Touché and Douche cover

A Stalker's Passion cover

Drake's Kitten (completed) cover

ZEMBLANITY[2]- Proliferating Pain cover

Don't Look Back cover

Moving In cover

Reveries and Musings

Everyone, during some point in their life, experiences emotions, situations and adversities that changes them, sometimes for the better, and sometimes, for the worse. And then there are times when we seem to leave our body mentally, to introspect about the world, its workings, and the people living in it. Everyone has that time in their lives where they wonder about how minds work, how relationships thrive, and what makes them, them. Sometimes, it's at night when you're going to bed, and life seems just a little different when there isn't any light illuminating it. Maybe it's in the shower, where tears mix with the water, and go unnoticed. Maybe it's early in the morning, just before dawn, when the idea of starting afresh doesn't seem quite so daunting. But remember. You're you because of your past. And you're no less than anybody else. Join me as I put words to my innermost feelings, as I voice my opinions. Join me as I gather the courage to write down thoughts that run through every person's mind at least once in their lives. Join me as I break conventions, as I rant and rave my way through these emotions, challenges, difficulties, opinions, that have the power to make me, or break me. In the end though, the choice will always be mine.