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Come unto these yellow sands,And then take hands.Curtsied when you have and kissedThe wild waves whist,Foot is featly here and there;And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.Ariel's song, scene II, Act I

Self abandoned, relaxed and effortless, I seemed to have laid me down in the dried-up bed of a great river; I heard a flood loosened in remote mountains, I felt the torrent come; to rise I had no will, to flee I had no strength.

How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

And, when nightDarkens the streets, then wander forth the sonsOf Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

It puzzles the will.

If your mind dislike anything obey it

I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.

That's the one trouble with this country: everything, weather, all, hangs on too long. Like our rivers, our land: opaque, slow, violent; shaping and creating the life of man in its implacable and brooding image.

...You can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved.

The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience. 

En compañía de un libro uno se aburre mucho menos.

مخيلة المرأة سريعة, تنقلها من الإعجاب إلى الحب, ومن الحب إلى الزواج في غمضة عين!

The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.

Perhaps,' said Darcy, 'I should have judged better, had I sought an introduction, but I am ill qualified to recommend myself to strangers.''Shall we ask your cousin the reason of this?' said Elizabeth, still addressing Colonel Fitzwilliam. 'Shall we ask him why a man of sense and education, and who has lived in the world, is ill qualified to recommend himself to strangers?''I can answer your question,' said Fitzwilliam, 'without applying to him. It is because he will not give himself the trouble.''I certainly have not the talent which some people possess,' said Darcy, 'of conversing easily with those I have never seen before. I cannot catch their tone of conversation, or appear interested in their concerns, as I often see done.''My fingers,' said Elizabeth, 'do not move over this instrument in the masterly manner which I see so many women's do. They have not the same force or rapidity, and do not produce the same expression. But then I have always supposed it to be my own fault -- because I would not take the trouble of practising. It is not that I do not believe my fingers as capable as any other woman's of superior execution.'Darcy smiled, and said, 'You are perfectly right. You have employed your time much better. No one admitted to the privilege of hearing you, can think any thing wanting. We neither of us perform to strangers.

My every impulse bends to what is right

Who can tell what metals the gods use in forging the subtle bond which we call sympathy, which we might as well call love.

She had all her life long been accustomed to harbor thoughts and emotions which never voiced themselves.

Sister - if all this is true, what could I do or undo?

Why don’t you write an anti-glacier book instead?’What he meant, of course, was that there would always be wars, that they were as easy to stop as glaciers. I believe that too.

Fool:"He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health,a boy's love, or a whore's oath."King Lear (III, vi, 19-21)