When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.

But his hair was a black person's hair, and he wore it in thick dreadlocks that looked like a crown of wet cigars.

The doctor smelled shame in the room, sour and uremic.

In spite of her eighteen years, she looked almost a little girl - almost a child. And in some of her gestures, this childishness seemed almost absurd.

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

But that gold watch he sought was the innermost life of the fish.

Elizabeth could not but be pleased, could not but triumph. It was consoling that he should know she had some relations for whom there was no need to blush. She listened most attentively to all that passed between them, and gloried in every expression, every sentence of her uncle, which marked his intelligence, his taste, or his good manners. The conversation soon turned upon fishing; and she heard Mr. Darcy invite him, with the greatest civility, to fish there as often as he chose, while he continued in the neighbourhood, offering at the same time to supply him with fishing tackle, and pointing out those parts of the stream where there was usually most sport.

The workmen had obviously stayed beyond their time and now they were hurriedly rolling up their paper and getting ready to go home. They took no notice of Raskolnikov's coming in; they were talking.

The enormous study was full of things evidently in constant use.

Yet her clever mother subdued people so they would bow down to her will.

The peasants feared him more than they did their master.

I didn't just get the cure to el cancer, I got the cure to el everything.

I understood how she felt so I never asked about it.

It seems the harder you try to hold something in your arms, the quicker it dies.

Chaos theory originally grew out of attempts to make computer models of weather in the 1960s.

I will burn this planet down before I spend another minute living among these animals!

It will take time to take him to the hospital, and there is sure to be a doctor in the house.

Bethink you now if it be reasonable that his suffering should be laid to my charge.

I was leaning over the apron of my hansom smoking a cigarette, and no doubt thinking myself no end of a man of the world, and suddenly there was the door, the wall, the dear sense of unforgettable and still attainable things. We clattered by - I too taken by surprise to stop my cab until we were past a corner. Then I had a queer moment, a double and divergent movement of my will: I tapped the little door in the roof of the cab, and brought my arm down to pull out my watch. "Yes, sir!" said the cabman, smartly. "Er - well - it's nothing," I tried. "My mistake! We haven't much time! Go on!" and he went on....

Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.

You let me room with you because you feel sorry for me.

It means your blood pressure was high enough to have killed you.

Once we have reached a certain degree of enfeeblement, whether caused by age or by ill health, all pleasure taken at the expense of sleep, every disturbance of routine, becomes a nuisance.

I will investigate further before informing the others. Kagha will demand answers I don't yet have. I had better record any further findings in a separate volume and keep them upon my person, lest prying eyes jump to the wrong conclusions.

"I want to know what passion is," she heard him saying. "I want to feel something strongly."

Perhaps something far worse than I could ever imagine.

And the next person I see juggling, tap dancing, or baton twirling, or doing any other circus-like tricks, will join him.

The lines of that mouth were remarkably finely curved.

I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel.

I walk around with my arms out straight in front of me and recite these cliches.

This has been going on for five years now, since I was in school.

This holds true regardless of whether the fathers are still alive.

The whole house was in a state of alarm and commotion.

They fought together, against their common enemy. Despite their differences, despite their suspicions, together. And we need to do the same if we're going to survive because the enemy is real. It's always been real.

It seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind, never knowing who to cling to when the rain set in. And I would have liked to have known you but I was just a kid.

They had been without a mother for the last ten years.

The diplomatist preserved a mournful silence as he left the drawing room. He pictured the vanity of his diplomatic career in comparison with Pierre's happiness.

Maybe the worst part is how I end up worse off. Comments made, voices raised, my trauma triggered war scars.

Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room.

It grew always colder down on the desert floor; they could feel this.

Give my respects to monsieur your father and my compliments to Mademoiselle Bourienne. I embrace you as I love you.

No, it was something, something in the drawing room.

All legislative Powers herein granted shall be vested in a Congress of the United States, which shall consist of a Senate and House of Representatives.

They are not free at all. They are essentially our prisoners.

This holds true regardless of whether the fathers are still alive.

But that gold watch he sought was the innermost life of the fish.

The peasants feared him more than they did their master.

The workmen had obviously stayed beyond their time and now they were hurriedly rolling up their paper and getting ready to go home. They took no notice of Raskolnikov's coming in; they were talking.

You let me room with you because you feel sorry for me.

It grew always colder down on the desert floor; they could feel this.

Bethink you now if it be reasonable that his suffering should be laid to my charge.

This has been going on for five years now, since I was in school.

But his hair was a black person's hair, and he wore it in thick dreadlocks that looked like a crown of wet cigars.

They fought together, against their common enemy. Despite their differences, despite their suspicions, together. And we need to do the same if we're going to survive because the enemy is real. It's always been real.

And the next person I see juggling, tap dancing, or baton twirling, or doing any other circus-like tricks, will join him.