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Но в душе его постоянно царило смятение. Самые дерзкие и нелепые фантазии одолевали его, когда он ложился в постель.

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Solitude was corrupting me...My heart was a hysterical unreliable organ.

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بدون ترس از آنکه دیده شود پاهای خود را آزادانه به حرکت درآورد. در حال قدم زدن دچار شگفتی شد و ناگهان به پوچی این زندگی پی برد، هر کوره‌راهی حادثه‌ای غیرمنتظره و بی‌آغاز و انجام بود و فکر کرد بخش قابل‌توجهی از وقت آدمی هنگام قدم زدن به نگاه کردن پاهایش می‌گذرد

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The pleasure isn't in doing the thing; the pleasure is in planning it

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La capacidad de hacer algo con presteza es siempre muy elogiada por su poseedor, quien a menudo no advierte la imperfección que lo acompaña.

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In his library he had been always sure of leisure and tranquillity; and

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Though age from folly could not give me freedom,It does from childishness

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Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all.

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Yet with my nobler reason 'gaitist my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further. Go

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Though it's odd, you're never more alive than when you're almost dead. You recognize what's valuable. Freshly, as if for the first time, you love what's best in yourself and in the world, all that might be lost.

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I will press this, somewhere. Under the mattress. Leave it there, for the next woman, the one who comes after me, to find. But there's someone in the room, behind me. I

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What confronts us, now the excitement's over, is our own failure. Mother, I think. Wherever you may be. Can you hear me? You wanted a women's culture. Well, now there is one. It isn't what you meant, but it exists. Be thankful for small mercies.

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You know, the kind who know Jesus by His first name, but out of politeness never use it even to His face.

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What I liked about her, she didn't give you a lot of horse manure about what a great guy her father was. She probably knew what a phony slob he was.

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Каждую ночь его воображение ткало все новые и новые узоры, пока сон не брал его в свои опустошающие объятия, посреди какой-нибудь особо увлекательной мечты.

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I heard my sweetheart running up the stairs. My heart expanded with such force that it almost blotted me out. I hitched up the pants of my pajamas, flung the door open: and simultaneously Lolita arrived, in her Sunday frock, stamping, panting, and then she was in my arms, her innocent mouth melting under the ferocious pressure of dark male jaws, my palpitating darling!

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Ralph chorou pola fin da inocencia, pola escuridade do corazón humano e pola caída ó baleiro daquel sabio e verdadeiro amigo chamado Piggy (p. 237)

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Miss Eliza Bennet," said Miss Bingley, "despises cards. She is a great reader, and has no pleasure in anything else.

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From such a connection she could not wonder that he would shrink. The wish of procuring her regard, which she had assured herself of his feeling in Derbyshire, could not in rational expectation survive such a blow as this. She was humbled, she was grieved; she repented, though she hardly knew of what. She became jealous of his esteem, when she could no longer hope to be benefited by it. She wanted to hear of him, when there seemed the least chance of gaining intelligence. She was convinced that she could have been happy with him, when it was no longer likely they should meet.What a triumph for him, as she often thought, could he know that the proposals which she had proudly spurned only four months ago, would now have been most gladly and gratefully received! He was as generous, she doubted not, as the most generous of his sex; but while he was mortal, there must be a triumph.She began now to comprehend that he was exactly the man who, in disposition and talents, would most suit her. His understanding and temper, though unlike her own, would have answered all her wishes. It was an union that must have been to the advantage of both; by her ease and liveliness, his mind might have been softened, his manners improved; and from his judgement, information, and knowledge of the world, she must have received benefit of greater importance.But no such happy marriage could now teach the admiring multitude what connubial felicity really was. An union of a different tendency, and precluding the possibility of the other, was soon to be formed in their family.How Wickham and Lydia were to be supported in tolerable independence, she could not imagine. But how little of permanent happiness could belong to a couple who were only brought together because their passions were stronger than their virtue, she could easily conjecture.

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There was not enough of the patient to go around, and specialists pushed forward in line with raw tempers and snapped at their colleagues in front to hurry up and give somebody else a chance.

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