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Then the candor of the woman's whole existence, which every one might read, and which formed so striking a contrast to her own habitual reserve—this might have furnished a link. Who can tell what metals the gods use in forging the subtle bond which we call sympathy, which we might as well call love.

She looked up with a certain anxiety. 'But you don't think I'm too plump, do you?'He shook his head.Like so much meat.'You think I'm all right.' Another nod. 'In every way?''Perfect.' he said aloud. And inwardly, 'She thinks of herself that way. She doesn't mind being meat.

Si haces algo demasiado bien, o te andas con cuidado, o con el tiempo empiezas a querer lucirte y entonces ya no eres tan bueno.

Kad es biju zēns, nomira mans vectēvs. Viņš bija tēlnieks un ļoti labs cilvēks. Viņš mīlēja pasauli un cīnījās pret naba­dzību, un viņa rokas vienmēr kaut ko veidoja. Viņš taisīja mums rotaļlietas un savā mūžā izgatavoja ne­skaitāmus darinājumus. Un, kad viņš nomira, es pēkšņi sapratu, ka raudu nevis par viņu pašu, bet par to, ko viņš vairs nedarīs. Es raudāju tādēļ, ka veetēvs nekad vairs netaisīs rotaļlietas, negriezīs koka figū­riņas, nepalīdzēs mums audzēt baložus, nespēlēs vi­joli un nestāstīs joku stāstus tā, kā to neprata neviens cits. Vectēvs bija daļa no mums, kad viņš nomira, tā visa pēkšņi vairs nebija, un neviens nespēja šo robu aizpildīt. Viņš bija neparasts cilvēks. Viņš bija ļoti va­jadzīgs cilvēks. Es neesmu varējis samierināties ar viņa nāvi. Bieži es domāju tieši par to, cik daudz brī­nišķu kokgrebumu viņa nāve sev paņēma līdz, cik daudz joku stāstu palika neizstāstītu, cik daudz ba­ložu nenoglāstītu. Viņš veidoja pasauli. Viņš deva pasaulei kaut ko no sevis. Tai naktī, kad viņš nomira, tā kļuva daudz, daudz nabagāka.

Then Mr. McKee turned and continued on out the door. Taking my hat from the chandelier I followed. ‘Come to lunch some day,’ he suggested, as we groaned down in the elevator. ‘Where?’ ‘Anywhere.’ ‘Keep your hands off the lever,’ snapped the elevator boy. ‘I beg your pardon,’ said Mr. McKee with dignity, ‘I didn’t know I was touching it.’ ‘All right,’ I agreed, ‘I’ll be glad to.’ … I was standing beside his bed and he was sitting up between the sheets, clad in his underwear, with a great portfolio in his hands.

...Jane had written the direction remarkably ill.

He pondered long over this, for might not another man, returning to another valley, have found none of these things? Why was it given to one man to have his pain transmuted into gladness? Why was it given to one man to have such an awareness of God?

The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.’ Whither would you soar?

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.