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Maybe night falls because it's heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes.

Das Wohnzimmer ist kultiviert, symmetrisch; es ist eine der Formen, die Geld annimmt, wenn es erstarrt. Geld ist jahrelang durch dieses Zimmer geflossen, wie durch eine unterirdische Höhle. Es hat sich verkrustet und zu diesen Formen verhärtet, die an Stalaktiten erinnern.

Her neyse, atom bombasını keşfettiklerine çok memnunum bir bakıma. Yeni bir savaş olursa, gider bombanın tepesine otururum. Bunun için gönüllü giderim, yemin ediyorum.

Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you! —Thomas Parke D’invilliers

...There was no planning. No time for planning. No time for a future. But then the life spans started getting longer,and people started having more and more future, and so they spent more time thinking about it. About the future. And now life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future...

Estás deseando decirlo y no tengo inconveniente en escucharlo.

Sólo estoy dispuesta a proceder de la manera que considere más apropiada para mi felicidad, sin tener en cuenta lo que piense usted ni ningún otro.

--As I must therefore conclude that you are not serious in your rejection of me, I shall choose to attribute it to your wish of increasing my love by suspense, according to the usual practice of elegant females." --"I do assure you, sir, that I have no pretensions whatever to that kind of elegance which consists in tormenting a respectable man. I would rather be paid the compliment of being believed sincere.

La palabra «Nosotros» es como cal derramada sobre los hombres, que los solidifica y endurece hasta hacerlos de piedra, y que aplasta todo bajo ella, y aquello que es blanco y aquello que es negro se pierden igualmente en su gris. Es la palabra mediante la cual los depravados roban la virtud de los buenos, mediante la cual los débiles roban el vigor de los fuertes, mediante la cual los necios roban la sabiduría de los sabios.

We were never very demonstrative in our family; poor folk who toil and are full of cares are not so. It is not their way to protest what they already know. When my mother says to me "dear boy," it means much more than when another uses it.

When a guy's getting screwed he's got a right to holler. And we've been damn well screwed.

My name isn't Offred, I have another name, which nobody uses now because it's forbidden. I tell myself it doesn't matter, your name is like your telephone number, useful only to others;

De partida, un cuerno. Menuda partida. Si te toca en el lado de los peces gordos, desde luego es una partida, lo reconozco. Pero como te toque en el otro lado, donde no hay ningún pez gordo, ¿qué tiene eso de partida? Nada. De partida, nada.

was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again.

She was too small and the space covered by maps too big.

You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love you

Miss Bingley's attention was quite as much engaged in watching Mr. Darcy's progress through his book, as in reading her own; and she was perpetually either making some inquiry, or looking at his page. She could not win him, however, to any conversation; he merely answered her question, and read on. At length, quite exhausted by the attempt to be amused with her own book, which she had only chosen because it was the second volume of his, she gave a great yawn and said, "How pleasant it is to spend an evening in this way! I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library." No

Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance.[2] If the dispositions of the parties are ever so well known to each other or ever so similar beforehand, it does not advance their felicity in the least.

What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and the impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree, and to obey?

But now I think that the rest also was practice. They were giving us a chance to get used to blank time. A