What what," Trapis said as he hurried over to tend to her, his bare feet slapping on the floor. "What what. Hush hush.
No hard feelings about that time in the Crucible when you mixed my salts and I was nearly blind for a day. No. No, really, drink up!
Call a jack a jack. Call a spade a spade. But always call a whore a lady. Their lives are hard enough, and it never hurts to be polite.
It was deep and wide as autumn’s ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.
Dear friend, never do you go to war, So neither rush into strong wind nor Entirely put a trust in a distant event. (Two-pointed thorn)
A gust of wind doesn't suddenly bang a door open. A clock doesn't chime. The phone doesn't ring. Yet in the next instant the stillness breaks as if it is crystal.
So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.
And of course I'm in the press all the time. So many books have been written about me; Into thin air, up in the air,Gone with the wind-
Men? One never knows where to find them. The wind blows them away. They have no roots, and that makes their life very difficult.
He had known that power requires to be used; that the world compels the exercise of power if one possesses it. And that necessity constrains what one may do with power.
Chorus of women: […] Oh! my good, gallant Lysistrata, and all my friends, be ever like a bundle of nettles; never let you anger slacken; the wind of fortune blown our way.
We be light, we be life, we be fire! We sing electric flame, we rumble underground wind, we dance heaven! Come be we and be free!
Look around you...Feel the wind, smell the air. Listen to the birds and watch the sky. Tell me what's happening in the wide world.
Seid was the storm and the winds and the sea. I was his light beacon, keeping him away from the rocks. But he thought I had betrayed him.
Cada vez que un libro cambia de manos, cada vez que alguien desliza la mirada por sus páginas, su espíritu crece y se hace fuerte. (Sempere)
Making money isn't hard in itself,what's hard is to earn it doing something worth devoting your life to
But I couldn't absorb the idea that death could actually walk by my side, with a human face and a heart that was poisoned with hatred.
I started off for home, where I planned to recruit a good book and hide away from the world.
Julian spoke with the clear, unequivocal lucidity of madmen who have escaped the hypocrisy of having to abide by a reality that makes no sense.
Our world will not die as the result of the bomb, as the papers say, it will die of laughter, of banality, or making a joke of everything, and a lousy joke at that.
Most of us have the good or bad fortune of seeing our lives fall apart so slowly we barely notice.
