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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.

That’s my Middle West—not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth, and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow. I am part of that, a little solemn with the feel of those long winters,

For the whole world seemed to have dissolved in this early morning hour into a pool of thought, a deep basin of reality, and one could almost fancy that had Mr. Carmichael spoken, for instance, a little tear would have rent the surface pool. And then? Something would emerge. A hand would be shoved up, a blade would be flashed. It was nonsense of course.

Pero mi locura no ha sido el amor sino la vanidad".

Atticus was speaking so quietly his last word crashed on our ears. I looked up, and his face was vehement. There’s nothing more sickening to me than a low-grade white man who’ll take advantage of a Negro’s ignorance. Don’t fool yourselves—it’s all adding up and one of these days we’re going to pay the bill for it. I hope it’s not in you children’s time.

He let out the amazing truth. For a very long period before the time of Our Ford, and even for some generations afterwards, erotic play between children had been regarded as abnormal (there was a roar of laughter); and not only abnormal, actually immoral (no!): and had therefore been rigorously suppressed.