Her maternal instinct told her Natasha had too much of something, and because of this she would not be happy
The silence in the room had width, height, depth, mass and substance.
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
She tried to act as though it were nothing to go to the library alone. But her happiness betrayed her. Her smile could not be restrained, and it spread from her tightly pressed mouth, to her round cheeks, almost to the hair ribbons tied in perky bows over her ears.
You might as well learn right now, you two, that the poorest guide you can have in life is what people will say.
People were always saying to Margaret, 'Well, Julia sings and Betsy writes. Now what is little Margaret going to do?' Margaret would smile politely, for she was very polite, but privately she stormed to Betsy with flashing eyes, 'I'm not going to do anything. I want to just live. Can't people just live?
Betsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and hat, opened her book and forgot the world again.
Not long time ago there was a striking example of the extent to which English has diverged: a television company put out a programme filmed in the English city of Newcastle, where the local variety of English is famously divergent and difficult, and the televised version was accompanied by English subtitles!
I'm an observer of life. I like to watch people, and I like to watch cactus. I like to talk to mountains and communicate with my friends in the other spheres and dimensions.
We should feel sorrow, but not sink under its oppression.
every mind is at least as heavy as mine