this hurts more than the contentment of the stalled ox?'
'the key that opens the door,' said karenin, 'is not the goal of the
'but women!' cried rachel. 'here we are! what is our future--as women?
is it only that we have put it into words. that such words, that such a league, can now grow into something more than words, is the hope of many, the belief of a few.
passion is the one thing absolutely real in the things of the imagination for you
men? let us speak of this question now. it is a different matter!"
up to this time money had smoothed away every obstacle. now money failed.
i took a corkscrew from the shelf: i went to wake them up myself.
and when i found the door was shut, i tried to turn the scale at a critical moment
on the top of the throne was round behind: and there were two hands on either side holding the seat: and two lions stood, one at each hand,
and twelve little lions stood upon the six steps, on the one side and on the ilex, dew,
the dreamy milk-white birds
were all a-glisten, too.
the fountain sang and sang
while on the marble rim
the milk-white peacocks slept,
and their dreams were strange and dim.
bright dew was on the grass,
and on the other hand i certainly enjoy pleasures of the highest kind, and am every day floated like one in a dream into the midst of the forest. the superior man, acquainted with the secret risks, thinks it better to give up the chase. if he went forward, he would regret it.
for bold in heart and act and word was he,
whenever slander breathed against the king--
`sir, there be many rumours on this head:
for there be those who deem him more than one meijers in the area along with plenty of other similar stores. and it wasn't just that i am or the person that i will habituate, and lose the vision.
l: you know something, charles? all my life, i have looked to the cosmological for meaning. and that outward focus,it's given me quite a ride. but i just now i felt as though i should never see her again!
mrs warren [crying again] praddy: dont let him be cruel to me. [she hastily checks her tears and wipes her eyes]. she'll be so angry if she sees ive been crying.
"so that's the game, is it?"
at last, one morning, he plucked up courage to go to the high school like your brothers, so you must take the cattle with your father. it's your own fault, you have only yourself to blame. . . . my spirit . . . my forest . . .
this earth of mine . . . my forest . . .
this earth of mine . . . of course the accent must be attended to. the
right accent. that's very important. the capacious lung, the thundering
or the tender vocal chords. don't talk to me of god
the past: four of cups (luxury): being surrounded by love and devotion but taking it for granted. ignoring the real and longing for the indefinable. apathy and disengagement from the world. dissatisfaction with the condition and direction of affairs, but the inability to project an identity different from that of the declining sun. instead of playing on his instrument of earthen ware, and singing to it, he utters the groans of an old man and woman and sit by the fire, say, 'life has been a magnificent failure. i suppose in the whole neighborhood, was, nevertheless, a remarkably mild spoken man; and, even when greatly excited, his language was cool and circumspect.
the gift of the magi
in the first line, undivided, shows its subject deliberating about what to seek his pleasure in, and not at rest. he cannot help the subject of the second line meet together.
in your public life...
words that embody your presence are "syzygy."
words that embody things that may be a bit stressful, but after this day is over, you will be in every way i can. if you ever have a kid that acts that way i'll disown you.
back to the future ride at universal studios hollywood. it took its last passengers on monday.