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This could be the last time I have to wait. But I don't know what I'm waiting for. What are you waiting for? they used to say. That meant Hurry up. No answer was expected. For what are you waiting is a different question, and I have no answer for that one either.

I feel my heart, wave upon wave, salty and red, continuing on and on, marking time.

«It's true, Christian-like or not; and is about as Christian-like as most other things in the world,» said Alfred.

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

Marie was one of those unfortunately constituted mortals, in whose eyes whatever is lost and gone assumes a value which it never had in possession.

It is not bad, he said. And pain does not matter to a man.

Que la gente intervenga en concursos donde haya que recordar las palabras de las canciones más populares, o los nombres de las capitales de los Estados, o cuánto maíz cosechó Iowa el último año. Llénalos de noticias incombustibles. Sentirán que la información los ahoga, pero se creerán inteligentes.

I am not gamesome: I do lack some partof that quick spirit that is in Antony.

You killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?

Since I sometimes won the race between my fancy and nature's reality - the deception was bearable.

I don't want a man around, what use are they except for ten seconds' worth of half babies. A man is just a woman's strategy for making other women.

In a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing.

O yes! a machine for saving work, is it? He'd invent that, I'll be bound; let a nigger alone for that, any time. They are all labor-saving machines themselves, every one of 'em. No, he shall tramp!

How can you talk about not wanting to be a part of the social body? We can't do without anyone!

But I have heard it said, said Don Quixote, that troubles take wing for the man who can sing.

Sin embargo, ¡cuántas cosas estamos a punto de descubrir si la cobardía y la dejadez no entorpecieran nuestra curiosidad!

Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say

Flowers are weak. They're naïve. They reassure themselves as best they can. They think their thorns make them frightening …

We climbed, he first and I behind, until though a small round opening ahead of us, I saw the lovely things the heavens hold, and we came out to see once more the stars.

I do not know how to thank you.''I can tell you,' said Obierika. 'Kill one of your sons for me.''That will not be enough,' said Okonkwo.'Then kill yourself,' said Obierika.