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I know why there is no glass, in front of the watercolor picture of blue irises, and why the window opens only partly and why the glass in it is shatterproof. It isn’t running away they’re afraid of. We wouldn’t get far. It’s those other escapes, the ones you can open in yourself, given a cutting edge. So.

God puzzled her and she was too ashamed of Him to say so.

Nature is powerless to put asunder.

Por un momento el último rayo de sol cayó con una afectación romántica sobre su cara radiante; su voz me llevaba dejándome sin aliento conforme yo escuchaba...

Un carácter complejo no tiene qué ser más o menos estimable que uno como el suyo.

But it is," returned she; "for Mrs. Long has just been here, and she told me all about it.

O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou beWhen time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?

People where you live,' the little prince said, 'grow five thousand roses in one garden...yet they don't find what they're looking for'...'And yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose, or a little water'".

Household: that is what we are. The Commander is the head of the household. The house is what he holds. To have and to hold, till death do us part. The hold of a ship. Hollow. Cora

But remember that forgiveness too is a power. To beg for it is a power, and to withhold or bestow it is a power, perhaps the greatest" -Offred

Now I know why Baby Suggs pondered color her last years. She never had time to see, let alone enjoy it before.

up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She

La imaginación de una dama va muy rápido y salta de la admiración al amor y del amor al matrimonio en un momento

She attracted him more than he liked--and Miss Bingley was uncivil to HER, and

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough, But riches fineless is as poor as winter To him that ever fears he shall be poor.

Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe. 317 What is decreed must be, and be this so. 318

It’s impossible to say a thing exactly the way it was, because what you say can never be exact, you always have to leave something out, there are too many parts, sides, crosscurrents, nuances; too many gestures, which could mean this or that, too many shapes which can never be fully described, too many flavors, in the air or on the tongue, half-colors, too many. But

to eat, walk and sleep anywhere was life as good as it got.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. THE

Darcy was not of a disposition in which happiness overflows in mirth; and Elizabeth, agitated and confused, rather knew that she was happy than felt herself to be so;