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Eliza Bennet,’ said Miss Bingley, when the door was closed on her, ‘is one of those young ladies who seek to recommend themselves to the other sex, by undervaluing their own; and with many men, I dare say, it succeeds. But, in my opinion, it is a paltry device, a very mean art.

there are very few of us who have heart enough to be really in love without encouragement.

I was a ham.

Each day I learn more and more about myself, and the memories that began to ripples now wash over in high breaking waves...

What is the use of a book, without pictures or conversations?

But we lived as usual. Everyone does, most of the time. Whatever is

That was when they suspended the Constitution. They said it would be temporary.

I want to go on living even after my death!

Ciascuno di noi si suppone dotato di almeno una delle virtù cardinali, e questa è la mia: sono una delle poche persone oneste che abbia mai conosciuto

But to expose the former faults of any person without knowing what their present feelings were, seemed unjustifiable.

Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure." "I

No, tutti devono imparare, nessuno nasce sapendo già le cose. Walter è intelligentissimo, soltanto rimane indietro perché a volte deve andare nei campi ad aiutare suo padre; ma è in gamba lo stesso. No Jem, io credo che la gente sia di un tipo solo: gente, e basta!

I avoid looking down at my body, not so much because it’s shameful or immodest but because I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to look at something that determines me so completely.   I

Newspapers were censored and some were closed down, for security reasons they said. The roadblocks began to appear, and Identipasses. Everyone approved of that, since it was obvious you couldn't be too careful.

-yapmacık tavırların çoğu, başlarda olmasa bile, eninde sonunda hep bir şey gizlemek içindir-

Sí; la vanidad es, en efecto, una debilidad. Pero en cuanto al orgullo, donde se dé verdadera superioridad de espíritu, estará siempre justificado.

Pride," observed Mary, who piqued herself upon the solidity of her reflections, "is a very common failing, I believe. By all that I have ever read, I am convinced that it is very common indeed; that human nature is particularly prone to it, and that there are very few of us who do not cherish a feeling of self-complacency on the score of some quality or other, real or imaginary.

Dill was a villain’s villain: he could get into any character part assigned him, and appear tall if height was part of the devilry required.

Atticus told me to delete the adjectives and I’d have the facts. There

His Sons, the fairest of her Daughters Eve. Under a tuft of shade that on a green Stood whispering soft, by a fresh Fountain side They sat them down, and after no more toil Of thir sweet Gardning labour then suffic’d To recommend coole Zephyr, and made ease More easie, wholsom thirst and appetite More grateful, to thir Supper Fruits they fell, Nectarine Fruits which the compliant boughes Yeilded them, side-long as they sat recline On the soft downie Bank damaskt with flours: The savourie pulp they chew, and in the rinde Still as they thirsted scoop the brimming stream; Nor gentle purpose, nor endearing smiles Wanted, nor youthful dalliance as beseems Fair couple, linkt in happie nuptial League, Alone as they. About them frisking playd All Beasts of th’ Earth, since wilde, and of all chase In Wood or Wilderness, Forrest or Den; Sporting the Lion rampd, and in his paw Dandl’d the Kid; Bears, Tygers, Ounces, Pards Gambold before them, th’ unwieldy Elephant To make them mirth us’d all his might, & wreathd His Lithe Proboscis; close the Serpent sly Insinuating, wove with Gordian twine His breaded train, and of his fatal guile Gave proof unheeded; others on the grass Coucht, and now fild with pasture gazing sat, Or Bedward ruminating: for the Sun Declin’d was hasting now with prone carreer To th’ Ocean Iles, and in th’ ascending Scale Of Heav’n the Starrs that usher Evening rose: When Satan still in gaze, as first he stood, Scarce thus at length faild speech recoverd sad. O Hell! what doe mine eyes with grief behold, Into our room of bliss thus high advanc’t Creatures of other mould, earth-born perhaps, Not