"I’ve always been more interested in what is possible in theory. Reality is much more complex and messy, but theories—they can be clean and perfect.”
a. insolent
b. fervent
c. cerebral
d. sinister
c. cerebral
She rose among us where we lay.
She wept, we put our work away.
She chilled our laughter, stilled our play;
And spread a silence there.
And darkness shot across the sky,
And once, and twice, we heard her cry;
And saw her lift white hands on high
And toss her troubled hair.
What shape was this who came to us,
With basilisk eyes so ominous,
With mouth so sweet, so poisonous,
And tortured hands so pale?
We saw her wavering to and from
Through dark and wind we saw her go;
Yet what her name was did not know;
And felt our spirits fail.
a. sinister
b. misanthropic
c. Callous
d. despondent
a. sinister
Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's alright
Little darlin', it's been a long, cold, lonely winter
Little darlin', it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's alright
Little darlin', the smile's returning to their faces
Little darlin', it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's alright
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Little darlin', I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darlin', it seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's alright
Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo
Here comes the sun
It's alright
It's alright
a. fervent
b. audacious
c. insular
d. exultant
d. exultant
"I’m not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I’m just like my country, I’m young, scrappy, and hungry, and I’m not throwing away my shot!"
a. detached
b. chagrin
c. upbraid
d. audacious
d. audacious
"I simply am not there. I'm a shell, an empty vessel. I have no feelings. I don't feel anything anymore.”
a. detached
b. defiant
c. jaded
d. remorseful
c. jaded
You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact, it may be necessary to encounter the defeats, so you can know who you are, what you can rise from and how you can still come out of it.
a. indomitable
b. consternated
c. defiant
d. idealistic
c. defiant
"I’m sorry about the things I said about you," Gatsby said. "I was trying to make it seem as if I had a right to everything you had, but I don’t. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I’ve realized how wrong I was.”
a. Obstinate
b. Indomitable
c. Remorseful
d. Mirthful
c. Remorseful
"I am determined that nothing but the very deepest love could ever induce me into matrimony. So I am perfectly resolved to give no other reason but that I am determined not to marry."
a. Obstinate
b. Pompous
c. Indomitable
d. Insolent
a. Obstinate
"I couldn't see the point of anything anymore. I felt like I was sinking into a deep, dark hole that no one could pull me out of. Everything seemed pointless and overwhelming, and I couldn’t find a way out of the darkness."
a. Mirthful
b. Misanthropic
c. Callous
d. Despondent
d. despondent
"I’m glad it’s raining," Pollyanna said with a bright smile. "I’m so glad because now the flowers will get a drink. I always try to find something to be glad about, even if it’s only the rain."
a. pollyannish
b. defiant
c. fervent
d. indomitable
a. pollyannish
I understand that the world was nothing: a mechanical chaos of casual, brute enmity on which we stupidly impose our hopes and fears. I understand that, finally and absolutely, I alone exist. All the rest, I saw is merely what pushes me or what I push against, blindly-as blindly as all that is not myself pushes back.
a. Callous
b. Insolent
c. Misanthropic
d. Insular
c. Misanthropic
I have my books and my poetry to protect me.
I am shield in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock, I am an island.
a. Eccentric
b. Pompous
c. Indomitable
d. Insular
d. Insular
I'm too hot. Called a police and a fireman, I'm too hot. Make a dragon wanna retire man. I'm too hot. Say my name you know who I am I'm too hot. Am I bad 'bout that money, break it down.
a. Pompous
b. Mirthful
c. Fawning
d. Sinister
a. Pompous
"I’ll try my fortune better with some foe. I am ashamed that people think I’m weak and feeble. I’ll show them I’m strong and bold, and not easily cowed by anyone."
a. Methodical
b. Sardonic
c. Mirthful
d. Insolent
d. Insolent
"The Cowardly Lion gave a great roar, and then he began to laugh, a merry, joyous laugh that was as loud as the roar. He felt so happy and free, as if a great weight had been lifted from his heart.”
a. Pompous
b. Indomitable
c. Chagrin
d. Mirthful
d. Mirthful
"Zaphod Beeblebrox, in all his glory, was a two-headed, three-armed, and completely irresponsible space adventurer. His most memorable feature, however, was his complete and utter disregard for the norms of conventional behavior.”
a. Consternated
b. Piqued
c. Eccentric
d. Jaded
c. Eccentric
Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always. A promise. Like a reward for persisting through life so long alone. The belief in each other and the possibility of love. A decision, to ignore or simply rise above the pain of the past. The covenant, which at once binds two souls and yet serves prior tries. The celebration, of the chance for two will always be stronger than one. Like a team, braced against the tempests of the world. And love…will always be guiding force in our lives. For tonight is mere formality... only an announcement to the world for feelings long held. Promises were made long ago, in the sacred space of our hearts.
a. Pompous
b. Obstinate
c. Detached
d. Fervent
d. fervent
In a room of muted echoes, Where shadows drift and wane, I stand apart, a fleeting breath, A ghost in the rain.
Faces blur and voices fade, In a sea of distant calls, I'm a silent spectator here, As the night silently falls.
Threads of conversation fray, Their warmth just out of reach, I’m an island in the current, Adrift on an endless beach.
The world’s a distant whisper, A landscape out of view disenchanted. In a realm that’s never true.
a. Sardonic
b. Pollyannaish
c. Chagrin
d. Detached
d. Detached
“So, you think you're really pretty? Well, that’s just adorable. I love how you think you’re the only one who matters here. Let me just tell you something: you're not. You’re just another girl in a sea of mediocrity. We all have our place, and yours is definitely not in the spotlight. It’s cute that you’re trying so hard, but honestly, sweetheart, no one’s really impressed. Not with that outfit, not with that attitude, not with anything you’ve got going on. So go ahead, keep playing the victim, but remember, you’re just another face in the crowd.”
a. Pompous
b. Insolent
c. Sardonic
d. Wistful
c. Sardonic
Mikael Blomkvist stared at the photograph in disbelief. There was something about the picture that intrigued him, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It was as if the photograph half s secret, and he felt a sudden, intense urge to uncover what it was.
a. Chagrin
b. Detached
c. Piqued
d. Pollyannaish
c. Piqued
I’m going to figure out how to grow three years’ worth of food on a planet where nothing grows. I’m going to figure out how to keep my food from going bad. I’m going to figure out how to make water. I’m going to figure out how to get enough oxygen. I’m going to figure out how to stay alive.
a. Insolent
b. Mirthful
c. Acerbic
d. Methodical
d. Methodical
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
a. Indomitable
b. Acerbic
c. Fervent
d. Sinister
a. Indomitable
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
a. Wistful
b. Serene
c. Fervent
d. Pompous
a. Wistful
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without color,
Paralyzed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
a. Upbraid
b. fervent
c. Despondent
d. Callous
d. Callous
I really don’t see anything romantic in proposing. It Is very romantic to be in love. But there is nothing romantic about a definite proposal. Why, one may be accepted. One usually is, I believe. Then the excitement is all over. The very essence of romance is uncertainty. If I ever get married, I’ll certainly try to forget the fact.
a. Pompous
b. Acerbic
c. Jaded
d. Chagrin
b. Acerbic