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It's good to have small goals that can be easily attained.

Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby’s house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.

There is so much of gratitude or vanity in almost every attachment, that it is not safe to leave any to itself. We can all begin freely—a slight preference is natural enough; but there are very few of us who have heart enough to be really in love without encouragement.

Five members of the heretical sect of Quakers have been arrested," he says, smiling blandly, "and more arrests are anticipated.

Yes," Mustapha Mond was saying, "that's another item in the cost of stability. It isn't only art that's incompatible with happiness; it's also science. Science is dangerous; we have to keep it most carefully chained and muzzled.

Me miró con comprensión, mucho más que con comprensión. Era una de esas raras sonrisas capaces de tranquilizarnos para toda la eternidad, que sólo encontramos cuatro o cinco veces en la vida. Aquella sonrisa se ofrecía —o parecía ofrecerse— al mundo entero y eterno, para luego concentrarse en ti, exclusivamente en ti, con una irresistible predisposición a tu favor. Te entendía hasta donde querías ser entendido, creía en ti como tú quisieras creer en ti mismo, y te garantizaba que la impresión que tenía de ti era la que, en tus mejores momentos, esperabas producir.

Hay una especie de terquedad en mí, que nunca me permite que me intimide nadie. Por el contrario, mi valor crece cuando alguien intenta intimidarme.

Lawyers, I suppose, were children once. —Charles Lamb

Humanity is so adaptable, my mother would say. Truly amazing, what people can get used to, as long as there are a few compensations.

Shut lips, sleeping faces,Every stopped machine,The dumb and littered placesWhere crowds have been:.All silences rejoice,Weep (loudly or low),Speak-but with the voiceOf whom, I do not know.

Then it was something more. I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity. The bored haughty face that she turned to the world concealed something—most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don’t in the beginning—and

The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.

From Mrs. Bennett to Jane: "I knew how it would be. I always said it must be so, at last. I was sure you could not be so beautiful for nothing!

Now you tell your father not to teach you any more. It's best to begin reading with a fresh mind. You tell him I'll take over from here and try to undo the damage--

All I can hear now is the sound of my own heart, opening and closing, opening and closing, opening

As I watched him he adjusted himself a little, visibly. His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn’t be over-dreamed — that voice was a deathless song.

For it was extraordinary to think that they had been capable of going on living all these years when she had not though of them more than once all that time. How eventful her own life had been, during those same years. Yet perhaps Carrie Manning had not thought about her either. The thought was strange and distasteful.

les gens changent tellement qu'il ya toujours du nouveau à observer.

Kalau hanya ada satu jenis manusia, mengapa mereka tidak bisa rukun? Kalau mereka semua sama, mengapa mereka merepotkan diri untuk saling membenci?

Home, home - a few small rooms, stiflingly over-inhabited by a man, by a periodically teeming woman, by rabble of boys and girls of all ages. No air, no space; an understerilized prison; darkness, disease and smells.