Beware of what you wish for in youth because you will get it in middle life.
What in water did Bloom, waterlover, drawer of water, watercarrier, returning to the range, admire? Its universality: its democratic equality and constancy to its nature in seeking its own level:.
Take a fool’s advice. All is not well.
A defect is ten times worse in a woman.
They are not to be thought away. Time has branded them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite possibilities they have ousted. But can those have been possible seeing that they never were? Or was that only possible which came to pass? Weave, weaver of the wind.
Cat’s away the mice will play.
As true as I’m drinking this porter if he was at his last gasp he’d try to downface you that dying was living.
He described to me how he would whip such a boy, as if he were unfolding some elaborate mystery. He would love that, he said, better than anything in this world; and his voice, as he led me monotonously through the mystery, grew almost affectionate and seemed to plead with me that I should understand him.
For that are you pining, the bark of their applause?
She passed into his soul forever.
It‘s when it’s all over that you‘ll miss him, said my aunt.
But it’s the life of Paris, that’s the thing. Ah, there’s no city like Paris for gaiety, movement, excitement...
What did it avail to pray when he knew that his soul lusted after its own destruction? A certain pride, a certain awe, withheld him from offering to God even one prayer at night, though he knew it was in God’s power to take away his life while he slept and hurl his soul hellward ere he could beg for mercy. His pride in his own sin, his loveless awe of God, told him that his offence was too grievous to be atoned for in whole or in part by a false homage to the All-seeing and All-knowing.
Seamos justos antes que generosos.
No human being has ever stood so close to my soul as you stand.
And remember, my dear boys, that we have been sent into this world for one thing and for one thing alone: to do God’s holy will and to save our immortal souls. All else is worthless. One thing alone is needful, the salvation of one’s soul. What doth it profit a man to gain the whole world if he suffer the loss of his immortal soul? Ah, my dear boys, believe me there is nothing in this wretched world that can make up for such a loss.
Her companionship was like a warm soil about an exotic. Many times she allowed the dark to fall upon them, refraining from lighting the lamp. The dark discreet room, their isolation, the music that still vibrated in their ears united them.
So entire and unquestionable was this sense of the divine meaning in all nature granted to his soul that he could scarcely understand why it was in any way necessary that he should continue to live. Yet that was part of the divine purpose and he dared not question its use, he above all others who had sinned so deeply and so foully against the divine purpose.
She pressed me to take some cream crackers also but I declined because I thought I would make too much noise eating them.
And there were nice sentences in Doctor Cornwell’s Spelling Book. They were like poetry but they were only sentences to learn spelling from.