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But self, though it would intrude, could not engross her.

By heavens! there is something after all in the world allowing one man to steal a horse while another must not look at a halter. Steal a horse straight out. Very well. He has done it. Perhaps he can ride. But there is a way of looking at a halter that would provoke the most charitable of saints into a kick.

What is his name?

Liesel was sure her mother carried the memory of him, slung over her shoulder. She dropped him. She saw his feet and legs and body slap the platform. How could that woman walk? How could she move? That's the sort of thing I'll never know, or comprehend-what humans are capable of."Death-

Don't worry," he would say, smiling. "Dying is much more difficult than one imagines.

Which is better -- to be a pack of painted niggers like you are, or to be sensible like Ralph is

Ansiaba su estima cuando ya no podía esperar obtenerla; necesitaba oirlo cuando no parecía existir la menor probabilidad de avenencia; estaba convencida de que habría sido dichosa a su lado, cuando no era probable que se produjera un nuevo encuentro entre ambos.

He’s like an old clock the won’t tell time but won’t stop neither with the hands bend out of shape and the face bare of numbers and the alarm rusted silent, an old worthless clock that keeps ticking and cuckooing without meaning nothing.

We live in the flicker - may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling!

Whatever bears affinity to cunning is despicable.

The fascination of the abomination.

Lying there in the darkness, he knew he was an outcast.  ’Cos I had some sense.

Where she feared most to fail, she was most sure of success, for those to whom she endeavored to give pleasure were prepossessed in her favor.

حال دیگر نور آفتاب رفته بود و تاریکی بیرون می‌آمد. راه‌های میان درختان دیگر دیده نمی‌شد و همه‌جا همچون کف دریا تیره‌وتار و شگفت می‌نمود. گل‌های بازشده سفیدرنگ زیر نور ستاره‌ها می‌درخشیدند.

She is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me; I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men.

For my part, I am determined never to speak of it again to anybody. I told my sister Phillips so the other day.

I forget sometimes what laughter can do.

Only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony, which is why I will end up an old maid.

When you kick out for yourself, Stephen - as I daresay you will one of these days - rememer, whatever you do, to mix with gentlemen. When I was a young fellow I tell you I enjoyed myself. I mixed with fine decent fellows. Everyone of us could lo something. One fellow had a good voice, another fellow was a good actor, another could sing a good comic song, another was a good oarsman or a good racket player, another could tell a good story and so on. We kept the ball rolling anyhow and enjoyed ourselves and saw a bit of life and we were none the worse of it either. But we were all gentlemen, Stephen - at least I hope we were - and bloody good honest Irishmen too. That's the kind of fellows I want you to associate with, fellows of the right kidney. I'm talking to you as a friend, Stephen. I don't believe a son should be afraid of his father. No, I treat you as your grandfather treated me when I was a young chap. We were more like brothers than father and son. I`ll never forget the first day he caught me smoking. I was standing at the end of the South Terrace one day with some maneens like myself and sure we thought we were grand fellows because we had pipes stuck in the corners of our mouths. Suddenly the governor passed. He didn't say a word, or stop even. But the next day, Sunday, we were out for a walk together and when we were coming home he took out his cigar case and said: - By the by, Simon, I didn't know you smoked, or something like that. - Of course I tried to carry it off as best I could. - If you want a good smoke, he said, try one of these cigars. An American captain made me a present of them last night in Queenstown.

He doesn't mind this, I thought. He doesn't mind it at all. Maybe he even likes it. We are not each other's, any more. Instead, I am his. Unworthy, unjust, untrue. But that is what happened.So Luke: what I want to ask you now, what I need to know is, Was I right? Because we never talked about it. By the time I could have done that, I was afraid to. I couldn't afford to lose you.