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Gentle. Which people see as weak.
Vexed I am
Of late with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself,
Which gives some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors.
He is noble who both feels and acts nobly.
She was uneasy, perturbed to her last fibre. She wanted to remain clear, with no touch on her. A wild instinct made her shrink away from any hands which might be laid on her.
Tender Ember
... Barred and branded
to be forever unloved
I was a tender ember
seeking solace from above ...
the ethereal, fine-nerved, sensitive girl, quite unfitted by temperament and instinct to fulfil the conditions of the matrimonial relation with Phillotson, possibly with scarce any man ...
Be Reserved, but not Sour; Grave, but not Formal; Bold, but not Rash; Humble, but not Servile; Patient, not Insensible; Constant, not Obstinate; Chearful, not Light; Rather Sweet than Familiar; Familiar, than Intimate; and Intimate with very few, and upon very good Grounds.
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A person who is seated instead of standing erect - destinies hang upon such a thing as that.
The conceptions of idle talk, of superfluities, and of vain ostentation, all designations of an irrational attitude without objective purpose, thus
Lokeij whistled. "Make the king's warriors vanish if
they come ... what a deceitful turtledove you are."
Aly smiled at the sky. "Oh, don't,"she replied in the
tones of a flirtatious court lady. "Stop, I insist. Your
flattery makes me blush.
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.
OBSTINATE, adj. Inaccessible to the truth as it is manifest in the splendor and stress of our advocacy.
Obstreperous, 'huh," said Tad. "I see you've been using that Big Word of the Day calendar I got you last Christmas."
"That is irrefragable," I told him solemnly.
I that in heill wes and gladnes Am trublit now with gret seiknes And feblit with infermite: Timor Mortis conturbat me.* * Fear of Death troubles me.
I have described myself as being 'gently eccentric.'
Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know, but leech-like to their fainting country cling, till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow,
a people starved and stabbed in the untilled field ...
Diogenes, filthily attired, paced across the splendid carpets in Plato's dwelling. Thus, said he, do I trample on the pride of Plato. Yes, Plato replied, but only with another kind of pride.
Admirable." Translation: Slut. "I'm confident you could have ripped the vampire's heart out with no help from Sir Conall. You would never need a hero to rescue you." Translation: Amazon.
The Thin Man
I indulge myself
In rich refusals.
Nothing suffices.
I hone myself to
This edge. Asleep, I
Am a horizon.
Dignified, like a guest.
...such a vehement impatience of restraint and steady work; such a strong wish for wings - wings such as wealth can furnish; such an urgent thirst to see, to know, to learn; something internal seemed to expand bodily for a minute.
Some men by unalterable frame of their constitution are stout, others timorous, some confident, others modest and tractable.
Feeble is the character, that bows to inflated ego, arrogance, and whines of affluent, whilst raising itself mercilessly on the humble and underprivileged.
Inquisitiveness is an uncomely guest.
Too weary and dazed by unfinished sleep even to swear. There comes a degree of numbness in fatigue and exasperation which can be expressed only by a sullen silence.
Who loved without any genuine feeling, with superfluous phrases, affectedly, hysterically, with an expression that suggested that it was not love nor passion, but something more significant; ...
To see an enemy humiliated gives a certain contentment, but this is jejune compared with the highly blent satisfaction of seeing him humiliated by your benevolent action of concession on his behalf. That is a sort of revenge which falls into the scale of virtue [ ... ]
Coward: One who, in a perilous emergency, thinks with his legs.
Averse alike to flatter, or offend;
Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend.
Words are meager things, frail and fickle squandered by the privileged tongue
Vain is the word of that philosopher which does not heal any suffering of man.
That man is guilty of impertinence who considers not the circumstances of time, or engrosses the conversation, or makes himself the subject of his discourse, or pays no regard to the company he is in.
Pride perceiving humility honorable, often borrows her cloak.
I dropped a word from the string of negative adjectives that had trailed behind me like tin cans behind the village idiot. Unappreciated, unloved, unmarried. But no longer unpublished.
A vulgar man is captious and jealous; eager and impetuous about trifles. He suspects himself to be slighted, and thinks everything that is said meant at him.
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering?
stupid, overbarbering, possesive, fur ball
Severely bifurcated as he: someone who could be so utterly confident in some realms and so utterly despondent in others.
Verbose; a word known only by those who are.
A contemptible person, but ready to face suffering!
Placid, adj.
Sometimes I love it when we just lie on our backs, gaze off, stay still.
Frightfully pale and perpetually odd
One thinking it is right to speak all things, whether the word is fit for speech or unutterable.
the kind of person who in one moment could guess, with breathtaking coldness, at the innermost sorrow in your heart, and in the next moment turn and, with a cheery wave of farewell, march blithely through a plate-glass window, requiring twenty-two stitches in his cheek.
The repentant, run-to-seed ultra-Leftists who have converted to humanitarianism, artificial inseminators of the widow and the orphan, themselves orphans of reality and malades imaginaires of politics, premature ejaculators of posthistory and hyperchondriacs of the dead body of ideology and morality.
In a certain reign there was a lady not of the first rank whom the emperor loved more than any of the others. The grand ladies with high ambitions thought her a presumptuous upstart, and lesser ladies were still more resentful. Everything she did offended someone.
A cold-blooded, calculation, unprincipled, usurper, without a virtue, no statesman, knowing nothing of commerce, political economy, or civil government, and supplying ignorance by bold presumption.
The right word fitly spoken is a precious rarity.
Gentle to others, to himself severe.
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
I am one who finds within me a nobility that spurns the idle pratings of the great, and their mean boasts of what their fathers were, while they themselves are fools effeminate.
The man looked down at his feet. Tietjens said to himself that it was Valentine Wannop doing this to him. He ought to turn the man down at once. He was pervaded by a sense of her being. It was imbecile. Yet it was so.
Adorkable. It's in its own category.
Happy are they whose pens fly across the page; I myself hesitate, I falter. I become angry and fearful. My drive diminishes as my taste improves. I brood more over an ill-suited word than I rejoice over a well proportioned paragraph.
She's the Sandwhich Lady."
"Excuse me?"
"She delivers sandwiches to the homeless."
"Really. I can't imagine her in such a role."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, she always seems so impulsive, so emotional. What's the word I'm searching for? So individualistic. Not tribal at all ...
I'm proud of the two adjectives, superficial and frivolous.
Fond of those hives where folly reigns,
And cards and scandal are the chains,
Where the pert virgin slights a name,
And scorns to redden into shame.
a creature of impulse.
Ardent, intelligent, sweet, sensitive, cultivated, erudite. These are the adjectives of praise in an androgynous world. Those who consider them epithets of shame or folly ought not to be trusted with leadership, for they will be men hot for power and revenge, certain of right and wrong.
Emerence was spontaneously good, unthinkingly generous, able to reveal her orphaned condition only to another orphan, but never giving voice to her utter loneliness.
You are tepid if you carry out listlessly and reluctantly those things that have to do with our Lord; if deliberately or 'shrewdly' you look for some way of lessening your duties; if you think only of yourself and your comfort;
The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.
Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken.
I hate that word, by the way. Retarded. I
This one was so lively and talkative, she paid no attention to him or his shyness, so he withdrew his feelers awkwardly and a little offended crawled back into himself like a snail brushed by a cartwheel.
Let's see," mused the dragon, "that doesn't tell us much, does it? What sort of a word is this? Is it an epithet, do you think?"
Gawaine could do no more than nod.
"Why, of course," exclaimed the dragon, "reactionary Republican.
Eager to please,
Trying to be what they need
But I'm so very tired
I've stopped trying to find
Any peace in my mind
Because it tangles the wires
Comfortable; made the courageous weak
Shy is the oyster, fervent is the clam, peaceful is the ocean floor rocked by the sands of time.
[A]n unpleasant nest of nasty, materialistic and aggressive people, careless of the rights of others, imperfectly democratic at home though quick to see the minor slaveries of others, and greedy without end.
Callipygian. Having shapely buttocks. Nice one, Bridge.
But here was all the timorousness and angularity of inexperienced youth, a feeling of awkwardness, and an impression of bewilderment, as if someone had suddenly knocked at the door.
I've got an adjective that just fits you.
She was disquietingly fluid - fluid without, however, being able to flow. I felt a hardness and a constriction in her, a grave mistrust, created already by too many men like me ever to be conquered now.
One of those personalities who, in spite of all their words, are inarticulate
I am said to be difficult of acquaintance, unwilling to meet any one half way, and showing a social manner which is easy, not diffident, but formal and unresponsive, tending constantly to hold people off.
You're obstinate, pliant, merry, morose, all at once. For me there's no living with you, or without you.
Who has courage to say no again and again to desires, to despise the objects of ambition, who is a whole in himself, smoothed and rounded.
Diffidence is a sort of false modesty.
Studious of ease, and fond of humble things.
Use the right word, not its second cousin.
Jelly-bean is the name throughout the undissolved Confederacy for one who spends his life conjugating the verb to idle in the first person singular- - I am idling, I have idled, I will idle
What is it, liebchen? The term of endearment, and the tenderness that had returned to his eyes, made her knees weak. She wanted to throw her arms around him and kiss him once more, but she resisted. Just barely.
A very scurvy fellow.
CARNIVOROUS, adj. Addicted to the cruelty of devouring the timorous vegetarian, his heirs and assigns.
RIMER, n. A poet regarded with indifference or disesteem.
Is the most pitiful word in history, and it's a lame excuse,
O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is 't ye do? what life lead? eh, dull goggles? How do ye vary your vile days and nights? How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles In ceaseless wash? Still nought but gapes and bites, And drinks, and stares, diversified with boggles.
Chameleonesque, hobbitish, unicorned, stompled, selfishism, and unwakeable may not be real words, but you do know what they mean.
Guilt is a timorous thing ere perpetration; despair alone makes guilty men be bold.
Resignation, perhaps the most stifling word in the language.
A deistical prater, fit to sit in the chimney-corner of a pot-house, and make blasphemous comments on the one greasy newspaper fingered by beer-swilling tinkers.
Feeble and timid minds ... consider the use of dilatory and ambiguous measures as the most admirable efforts of consummate prudence.
You're sparse." "Sparse?" "You're rake thin with obese emotions." His
There's no word worth your life.
Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades!
Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids!
O, might I vole to some umbrageous clump,
Depart,
be off,
excede,
evade,
erump!
Victim-eyes of impersonal tragedy, to be impersonal no longer.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
The nakedness of the indignant world may be cloathed from the trimmings of the vain.