It's one of the most serious things that can possibly happen to one in a battle - to get one's head cut off.
Alice replied, rather shyly, I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present—at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.
Alice! A childish story take,And with a gentile handLay it where Childhood dreams are twinedIn memory's mystic band,Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowersPluck'd in a far off land.
Alicia: ¿Cuánto tiempo es para siempre? Conejo blanco: A veces, sólo un segundo.
And is not that a Mother’s gentle hand that undraws your curtains, and a Mother’s sweet voice that summons you to rise? To rise and forget, in the bright sunlight, the ugly dreams that frightened you...
And though the shadow of a sighMay tremble through the story,For happy summer days gone by,And vanish'd summer glory--It shall not touch with breath of bale,The pleasance of our fairy-tale.
But it's no use now, thought poor Alice, to pretend to be two people! Why, there's hardly enough of me left to make one respectable person!
Call it what you like,' said the Cat. 'Do you play croquet with the Queen to-day?' 'I should like it very much,' said Alice, 'but I haven't been invited yet.' 'You'll see me there,' said the Cat, and...
Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again.
E então a duquesa disse: A moral disso é, tome conta do sentido e os sons tomarão conta de si mesmos.
Everything’s got a moral, if only you can find it.’ And
Finding meaning, like losing meaning, involves pleasure as well as pain. But then losing meaning, like finding it, does too, as the best nonsense reminds us.
How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can re...
I love the stillness of the wood; I love the music of the rill:I love the couch in pensive modUpon some silent hill. Scarce heard, beneath yon arching trees, The silver-crested ripples pass; and, like...
I mean, what is an un-birthday present?A present given when it isn't your birthday, of course.Alice considered a little. I like birthday presents best, she said at last.You don't know what you're talk...
It was so long since she had been anything near the right size, that it felt quite strange at first; but she
It's done by everyone minding their own business
It’s jam every other day: to-day isn’t any other day, you know.
Oh, I beg your pardon! she exclaimed in a tone of great dismay, and began picking them up again as quickly as she could, for the accident of the gold-fish kept running in her head, and she had a vague...
So she was considering, in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting...
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