It sounded like something in a book and it did not make Mary feel cheerful. A house with a hundred rooms, nearly all shut up and with their doors locked—a house on the edge of a moor—whatsoever a moor...
It really was a very strange feeling she had about Emily. It arose from her being so desolate. She did not like to own to herself that her only friend, her only companion, could feel and hear nothing....
In each century since the beginning of the world wonderful things have been discovered. In the last century more amazing things were found out than in any other century before. In this new century hun...
If you are four you are four, she said severely to Lavinia on an occasion of her having--it must be confessed--slapped Lottie and called her a brat; but you will be five next year, and six the year af...
If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open and so is your heart; and thought there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full and you can give things out of th...
I wouldn't want to make it look like a gardener's garden, all clipped an' spick an' span, would you? he said. It's nicer like this with things runnin' wild, an' swingin' an' catchin' hold of each othe...
I do not know whether many people realize how much more than is ever written there really is in a story — how many parts of it are never told — how much more really happened than there is in the book...
He turned about to the orchard side of his garden and began to whistle—a low soft whistle. She could not understand how such a surly man could make such a coaxing sound.Almost the next moment a wonder...
He found her under my care, she protested. I have done everything for her. But for me she should have starved in the streets.Here the Indian gentleman lost his temper.As to starving in the streets, he...
Have you done your work? she asked. Dare you stay here a few minutes?Becky lost her breath again.Here, miss? Me?Sara ran to the door, opened it, and looked out and listened.No one is anywhere about, s...
Gente egoísta é que diz isso. Chama de egoísta todo mundo que não faz o que eles querem.
Do you mean to tell me, she cried out, that he left That Sara will have no fortune! That the child is a beggar! That she is left on my hands a little pauper instead of an heiress?Mr. Barrow was a shr...
But the calm had brought a sort of courage and hope with it. Instead of giving way to thoughts of the worst, he actually found he was trying to believe in better things.
Are you learning me by heart, little Sara? he said, stroking her hair.No, she answered. I know you by heart. You are inside my heart.
All that I do is right—for me. I make it so by doing it. Do you think that I am conquered by the laws that other women crouch and whine before, because they dare not break them, though they long to do...
«Imaginar es algo tan fácil que cuando comienzas cuesta detenerse. Sólo es cuestión de empezar.»
Whole monstrosity growing more huge and throwing out new and more awful tentacles every day.
The paths and down the avenue, she was stirring her slow blood and making herself stronger
Su petirrojo no se fuera de allí. Le habló casi en un susurro. ¡Bien, me has vencido!, se lo dijo tan
Meant to give a new impulse to the race—to rouse human creatures to new moods, to thrust them into places where they see new things. Men and women are being dragged out of their self-absorbed corners...