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—Es cierto que no tengo la facilidad que poseen otros —señaló Darcy— de conversar con soltura con aquellos que no conocen. No puedo ceñirme al tono de su conversación, ni fingirme interesado por sus asuntos, como veo hacer tan a menudo.

In the wide land under a tender lucid evening sky, a cloud drifting westward amid a pale green sea of heaven, they stood together, children that had erred.

My hands . . . My spirit . . . My sky . . . My forest . . . This earth of mine . . .

I'll tell ya one thing -- the jail house is jus' a kind a way a drivin' a guy slowly nuts. See? An' they go nuts, an' you see 'em an' hear 'em, an' pretty soon you don' know if you're nuts or not. When they get to screamin' in the night sometimes you think it's you doin' the screamin'--an' sometimes it is.

islanded in a sea of meaningless color,

...there are very few of us who have heart enough to be in love without encouragement.

First you must take your degree. Set that before you as your first aim. Then, little by little, you will see your way. I mean in every sense, your way in life and in thinking.

The air is pure under the ground. There is no odor of men.

Listen. The more men you’ve had, the more I love you. Do you understand that? I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don’t want any virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.

the best novels, the writer’s imagination becomes the reader’s reality.

Would Mr. Darcy then consider the rashness of your original intention as atoned for by your obstinacy in adhering to it?

You have asked me what I would do and what I would not do. I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use—silence, exile, and cunning.

The walls are cracked and water runs upon them within threads without sound, black and glistening as blood.

Anyway it was an idea of mother's and she often used to repeat it, that you ended up getting used to everything.

I know this - a man got to do what he got to do, I can't tell you. I don't think they's luck or bad luck. On'y one thing in the worl' I'm sure of, an' that's I'm sure nobody got a right to mess with a fella's life. He got to do it all hisself, Help im, maybe, but not tell him what to do.

As he quitted the room, Elizabeth felt how improbable it was that they should ever see each other again on such terms of cordiality... and as she threw a retrospective glance over the whole of their acquaintance, so full of contradictions and varieties, sighed at the perverseness of those feelings which would now have promoted its continuance, and would formerly have rejoiced in its termination.

What relish is in this? How runs the stream?Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep.If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!

The leaves had edges of silver that trembled and rippled like a river of green and fire flowing high above us.

A part ces ennuis, je n'étais pas trop malheureux. Toute la question, encore une fois, était de tuer le temps.

Crying can bring relief, as long as you don’t cry alone.