He mused, thinking of his son as the spokesman of the new generation which had swept away all the old landmarks, and with them the sign-posts and the danger-signal.
Imagination WAS the eagle that devoured Prometheus!
She likes being good, and I like being happy.
Все те незнакомцы и незнакомки, которым она улыбалась мимоходом, на которых оглядывалась с завистью, были свободны от потребностей, рабой которых была она, и они не поняли бы, о чем она толкует, если...
A sense of having been decoyed by some world-old conspiracy into this bondage of body and soul filled her with despair. If marriage was the slow life-long acquittal of a debt contracted in ignorance,...
Есть много способов ответить на письмо — и, как ни странно, писать — это не мой способ. (Ник Лэнсинг - Сюзи Бранч)
As he lay there, fragments of past states of emotion, fugitive felicities of thought and sensation, rose and floated on the surface of his thoughts. It was one of those moments when the accumulated im...
But I have sometimes thought that a woman's nature is like a great house full of rooms: there is the hall, through which everyone passes in going in and out; the drawing-room, where one receives forma...
But her course was too purely reasonable not to contain the germs of rebellion.
But how could she trust herself to keep her footing? She knew the strength of the opposing impulses-she could feel the countless hands of habit dragging her back into some fresh compromise with fate.
But in another moment she seemed to have descended from her womanly eminence to helpless and timorous girlhood; and he understood that her courage and initiative were all for others, and that she had...
But least is he who, with enchanted eyesFilled with high visions of fair shapes to be,Muses which god he shall immortalizeIn the proud Parian’s perpetuity,
But now he felt as if her blush had set a flaming guard about her.
Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.
He met indeed many accomplished and amiable ecclesiastics, but it seemed to him that the more thoughtful among them had either acquired their peace of mind at the cost of a certain sensitiveness, or h...
He seemed a part of the mute melancholy landscape, an incarnation of it's frozen woe, with all that was warm and sentient in him fast bound below the surface; but there was nothing nothing unfriendly...
He was a poor man, the husband of a sickly woman, whom his desertion would leave alone and destitute; and even if he had had the heart to desert her he could have done so only by deceiving two kindly...
I can't love you unless I give you up.
I felt there was no one as kind as you; no one who gave me reasons that I understood for doing what at first seemed so hard and--unnecessary.
I had the sense that the deeper meaning of the story was in the gaps.
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