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A bluetick hound bays out there in the fog, running scared and lost because he can’t see. No tracks on the ground but the one’s he’s making, and he sniffs in every direction with his cold red-rubber nose and picks up no scent but his own fear, fear burning down into him like steam.

Nothing remains for me but to assure you in the most animated language of the violence of my affection.

It's the truth. Even if it didn't happen.

He was weary of the uncertainty, of the vicious circle of that eternal war that always found him in the same place, but always older, wearier, even more in the position of not knowing why, or how, or even when.

We must not be so ready to fancy ourselves intentionally injured... It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us.

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.