Mag sein, daß die Leute sagen werden, ich bleibe daheim, um mich nicht von den dunklen Augen Ninos trennen zu müssen. Mag sein. Vielleicht haben diese Menschen auch recht. Denn diese dunklen Augen sin...

Mag sein, daß für manche die Literatur die angenehmste Art ist, das Leben zu ignorieren, wie Fernando Pessoa einmal geschrieben hat.

Magari potresti provarci, a ricominciare da zero. Non intendo ricominciare e basta, quello l'hanno fatto tutti. Da zero significa da zero. Significa prendere e andare. Cioè, se tutto quello che hai e...

Magazines boomed, too. Advertising revenues leaped 500 percent in the decade, and many publications of lasting importance made their debut: Reader’s Digest in 1922, Time in 1923, the American Mercury...

Magazines like that are for girls! And woofters! SHUT UP! said Dad. Dennis

Mage-taught wisdom reproached him: any gift of power was two-edged.

Magellan’s sudden identification of millions of land forms fomented a crisis in nomenclature. The International Astronomical Union responded with an all-female naming scheme that evoked a goddess or g...

Maggie Botwin.Prim, quiet lady, like an upright piano, seeming taller than she was because of the way she sat, rose and walked, and the way she held her hands in her lap and the way she coifed her hai...

Maggie cracked, Quite the businesswoman, isn't she?Makes the capitalists back East look like rubes.

Maggie felt an unexpected pang. She had thought beforehand chiefly at her own deliverance from her teasing hair and teasing remarks about it, and something also of the triumph she should have over her...

Maggie had sent up a large basket of sandwiches and salad and pink lemonade with ice in it.

Maggie in her crude form, with her hair down her back, and altogether in a state of dubious promise, was a most undesirable niece; but now she was capable of being at once ornamental and useful.

Maggie jumped to a full alert, her eyes locked on the greasy cube. Scott threw it hard, and Maggie sprinted after it. The chunk bounced and skipped through the grass thirty yards away. Scott didn’t kn...

Maggie knew Betsy was a female crusader, but also knew that many times crusaders like her were only interested in their own personal equality.

Maggie lives in a beautiful, century old, happily haunted farmhouse named Serenity in the wildest

Maggie reached the door well before Scott, and saw another door ahead. The intruder and another man were waiting beyond it. Ten thousand generations filled her with a guardian’s rage. Scott was hers t...

Maggie reached the door well before Scott, and saw another door ahead. The intruder and another man were waiting beyond it. Ten thousand generations filled her with a guardian’s rage. Scott

Maggie squeezes my hand. It’s a silent message that everything will be okay. Somehow I believe her. In the end everything will be okay. But hurdles have to be jumped through first.

Maggie swung her head from side to side, checking the high scents first, then dipped her head to taste the smells close to the ground. The humans behind her might be able to identify five or six disti...

Maggie wondered if in some ways all the complaining only made matters worse.