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I said no, there would't be marvelous places to go to after I went to college and all. Open your ears. It'd be entirely different.

Her health, and even the tranquillity of her hitherto constant spirit, had been shaken by what she had gone through.

one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced—or seemed to face—the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on YOU with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.

So, when there is a strife of tongues, at some meeting, the chairman, to obtain unity, suggests that every one shall speak in French. Perhaps it is bad French; French may not contain the words that express the speaker's thoughts; nevertheless speaking French imposes some order, some uniformity.

By you, I was properly humbled. I came to you without a doubt of my reception. You shewed me how insufficient were all my pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased.

Negro would not pass the Radley Place at night, he would cut across to the sidewalk opposite and whistle as he walked. The

Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,Assemble all the poor men of your sort;Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tearsInto the channel, till the lowest streamDo kiss the most exalted shores of all.

Detering walks about cursing. ‘What have they done to deserve that, that’s what I want to know?’ And later on he comes back to it again. His voice is agitated and he sounds as if he is making a speech when he says, ‘I tell you this: it is the most despicable thing of all to drag animals into a war.

She was becoming too familiar for her own comfort and peace of mind. It was not despair; but it seemed to her like life was passing her by, leaving its promise broken and unfulfilled.

O birisi birisiyle çavdar tarlasında karşılaşır şeklinde dedi. Biliyorum bu Robert Burns'un şiiri.Evet haklıydı.O "Birisi birisiyle çavdar tarlasında karşılaşırsa". Bilmiyordum. Ben onu birisi birisini çavdar tarlasında yakalarsa zannediyordum, dedim. Her neyse, gözümün önüne bu büyük çavdar tarlasında oynayan küçük çocukları getiriyorum.Binlerce küçük çocuk ve başka hiçkimse yok -büyükleri kastediyorum- benim dışımda.Çılgın bir uçurumun başında oturuyorum. Ne yapmalıyım, bir yerlerden oraya nereye koştuklarının farkında olmadan, uçurumdan atlayacaklarından habersiz gelen çocukları yakalamalıyım. Bütün gün bunu yapmak isterdim. Ben kesinlikle sadece çavdar tarlasında bir yakalayıcı olmak isterdim.Biliyorum bu gerçekten çılgınca ama gerçekten benimseyebildiğim tek fikir bu.Biliyorum bu delice.

The world was to me a secret, which I desired to discover; to her it was a vacancy, which she sought to people with imaginations of her own.

But I didn't call to him, for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone - he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling.

Happy for all her maternal feelings was the day on which Mrs. Bennet got rid of her two most deserving daughters. With what delighted pride she afterwards visited Mrs. Bingley, and talked of Mrs. Darcy, may be guessed. I wish I could say, for the sake of her family, that the accomplishment of her earnest desire in the establishment of so many of her children produced so happy an effect as to make her a sensible, amiable, well-informed woman for the rest of her life; though perhaps it was lucky for her husband, who might not have relished domestic felicity in so unusual a form, that she still was occasionally nervous and invariably silly.

Hey, Boo, I said.

He had been able to repress every disrespectful word; but the flashing eye, the gloomy and troubled brow, were part of a natural language that could not be repressed,-- indubitable signs, which showed too plainly that the man could not become a thing.

Therein, ye gods, ye make the weak most strong;Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat.Nor stony wall, nor walls of beaten brass,Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,Can be retentive to the strength of spirit:But life being weary of these worldly barsNever lacks power to dismiss itself.

If we were not automata at that moment we would continue lying there, exhausted, and without will. But we are swept forward again, powerless, madly savage and raging; we will kill, for they are still our mortal enemies, their rifles and bombs are aimed against us, and if we don’t destroy them, they will destroy us.

Love and war are exactly alike. It is lawful to use tricks and slights to obtain a desired end.

I wish to soothe him; yet can I counsel one so infinitely miserable, so destitute of every hope of consolation, to live?

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