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endeavours to separate us were the means of removing all my doubts.

After abusing you so abominably to your face, I could have no scruple in abusing you to all your relations.

los bondadosos deseos de prosperidad expresados por todas las malévolas ancianas de Meryton apenas

Everybody of any consequence or notoriety in Bath was well know by name to Mrs Smith.

And your defect is a propensity to hate everybody. "And yours," he replied with a smile,"is willfully to misunderstand them.

maid! and that's so dreadful!

His regard for her was quite imaginary; and the possibility of her deserving her mother's reproach prevented his feeling any regret.

People who suffer as I do from nervous complaints can have no great inclination for talking. Nobody can tell what I suffer! But it is always so. Those who do not complain are never pitied.

if Anne will stay, no one so proper, so capable as Anne.

the history; that was the glory of Miss

And your defect is to hate everybody.' 'And yours,' he replied with a smile, 'is willfully to misunderstand them.

I am afraid you do not like your pen. Let me mend it for you. I mend pens remarkably well. Thank you -- but I can always mend my own. -- A dialogue between Caroline Bingley and Fitzwilliam Darcy.

A cougar is a sexually active and confident woman who's a predator. Tell me you not flattered.

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Broadbent-Keeble, a respected pediatrician, came on a social call to visit Timothy

Most sentimental ideas imply, at bottom, a deep if unacknowledged disrespect.

My guess was that the jobs were being added specifically in the GTA

the novel is, above all, an intense experience of prolonged intimacy with another consciousness. But

you, Frankie. I just don't. You look like an angel, so

In fiction, the characters have their own lives. They may start as a gloss on the author's life, but they move on from there. In poetry, especially confessional poetry but in other poetry as well, the poet is not writing characters so much as emotional truth wrapped in metaphor. Bam! Pow! A shot to the gut.

You see, my dear ice witch, I have had the love of children from all over the world because of my stories. A child's love is the perfect love, for it is given with a whole heart. That love will outlast me a hundredfold. And it will outlast you as well.

The minute they were in the hall, he whispered to his father, "He's a pig." "Not kosher," Papa added, and they both chuckled.

You're a lunatic. You ran me over with a goddamn Buick.

I'm sorry about your Porsche. I can replace the Porsche. I can't replace you. You need to be more careful. I was just sitting in your car! Babe, you're a magnet for disaster.