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he is gentleman and i am agentleman's daughter.so far we are equal

We must not be so ready to fancy ourselves intentionally injured.

At his own ball he offended two or three young ladies, by not asking them to dance; and I spoke to him twice myself, without receiving an answer. Could there be finer symptoms? Is not general incivility the very essence of love?

A rat in a maze is free to go anywhere, as long as it stays inside the maze. We’ve

If it's only a story, it becomes less frightening. The

right from the start of Fahrenheit 451 everybody on the unit has begun to read. There are often hundreds of books on the set; each member of the unit chooses one, and sometimes you can hear nothing but the sound of turning pages. Wednesday,

Binecuvântați sunt morții peste care cade ploaia

I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.

Mas é sempre assim, quem não se queixa não encontra compaixão.

Of the lady's sensations they remained a little in doubt; but that the gentleman was overflowing with admiration was evident enough.

Thee mustn't speak evil of thy rulers, Simeon," said his father, gravely. "The Lord only gives us our worldly goods that we may do justice and mercy; if our rulers require a price of us for it, we must deliver it up.

God is love, they once said, but we reversed that, and love, like heaven, was always just around the corner. The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total. We were waiting, always, for the incarnation. That word, made flesh.

But there is no point to it, this wanting.

We could start all over again perhaps. ESTRAGON: That should be easy. VLADIMIR: It’s the start that’s difficult. ESTRAGON: You can start from anything. VLADIMIR: Yes, but you have to decide. ESTRAGON

I’ll tell you God’s truth. His right hand suddenly ordered divine retribution to stand by.

Darcy had walked away to another part of the room. She followed him with her eyes, envied everyone to whom he spoke, had scarcely patience enough to help anybody to coffee; and then was enraged against herself for being so silly!

A menudo lo que nos engaña es únicamente nuestra propia vanidad

Marie always had a head-ache on hand for any conversation that did not exactly suit her.

Don’t let the bastards grind you down.’ I

I feel like cotton candy: sugar and air. Squeeze me and I’d turn into a small sickly damp wad of weeping pinky-red. I