4. I told him you were sick,
I told him you were asleep.
What has my life been? Fag and grind, fag and grind.Turn the wheel, turn the
wheel. (Ch. Dickens)
You've hit no traitor on the hip ,You've dashed no cup from perjured lip… (J. Mackay)
They were all three from Milan and one of them was to be a lawyer, and one was to
be a painter… " (E. Hemingway)
"I love your hills, and I love your dales. And I love your flocks a-bleating." (J. Keats)
5. The wind blew faster. It dragged now at his coat, it blew his space about him, it
echoed silently a lonely spaciousness.
There lives at least one being who can never change – one being who would be
content to devote his whole existence to your happiness.
If you know anything that is not known to others, if you have any suspicion, if
you have any clue at all and any reason for keeping it in your own breast, think
of me, and conquer that reason and let it be known.
You know I’m very grateful to him, don’t you? You know I feel a true respect for
him, don’t you?
6. If we are Frenchmen we adore our mother, if Englishmen we love dogs and
virtue.
Her hands, gloved in French grey, were crossed one over the other, her
grave, charming face held to one side, and the eyes of all men near were
fastened on it.
7. My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer…(Burns)
I might as well face facts: good-bye, Susan, good-bye a big car, good-bye
a big house, good-bye power, good-bye the silly handsome dreams.
(J.Br)
"I needed a drink, I needed a lot of life insurance, I needed a vacation, I
needed a home in the country.What I had was a coat, a hat and a gun.“
(Raymond Chandler, Farewell, My Lovely, 1940)
"I'm not afraid to die. I'm not afraid to live. I'm not afraid to fail. I'm not
afraid to succeed. I'm not afraid to fall in love. I'm not afraid to be alone.
I'm just afraid I might have to stop talking about myself for five
minutes."(Kinky Friedman,When the Cat's Away, 1988)
8. The time is now, the need is now, we must act, now!
"There is nothing wrong with America that cannot be cured by what is
right with America." - Bill Clinton
"The time for the healing of the wounds has come.The moment to
bridge the chasms that divides us has come."-- Nelson Mandela
When I was a child, I spoke as a child; I understood as a child, I thought
as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
9. Money what he is after, money!(Galore)
Those kids were getting it all right, with busted heads and bleeding
faces-those kids were getting it. (Griffith)
Never wonder. By means of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and
division, settle everything somehow, and never wonder. (Dickens)
You’ve made a nice mess, you have…(Jerome)
10. With Bewick on my knee, I was then happy; happy at least in my
own way. (Brontё)
Three fishers went sailing out into theWest,
Out into theWest, as the sun went down. (Kingsley)
Living is the art of loving.
Loving is the art of caring.
Caring is the art of sharing.
Sharing is the art of living. (Davies)
11. The jail might have been the infirmary, the infirmary might have
been the jail. (Dickens)
That he sings, and he sings, and forever sings he –
“ I love my Love and my Love loves me!”( Coleridge)
…the public wants a thing, therefore it is supplied with it; or the
public is supplied with a thing, therefore it wants it. (Thackeray)
12. What have you learnt today?
Mary cooked dinner, John watchedTV, Pete played tennis.
The years to come seemed waste of breath, waste of breath the years behind.
I flee who chases me, and chase who flees me.
Now he understood. He understood many things.One can be a person first. A man first
and then a black man or a white man.
Victory is what we need!Victory is what we expected!
Babbitt was virtuous. He advocated, though he did no practice, the prohibition of
alcohol; he praised, though he didn’t obey, the laws against motor-speeding.
Poor Mary. How much Jack loved her!What will he do now? I wish it hadn’t happened.
Poor Mary.
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb . . .
You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.
