All the school children in our country have heard of Henry W. Longfellow.
If you have an unwavering commitment to an idea that all things will be good all the time, then that is irrational.
I see I have frightened you--sit down and tell me all the news.
I confess all these festivities and fireworks are becoming wearisome.
But all along, they believed they would ultimately prevail—and not just win the war, but also do something epic that would change the course of history for all time.
And yet, against all reason, starting in the 1970s our collective optimism faltered.
Indeed, I owe to her loving wisdom all that was bright and good in my long night.
They have got to live a man's life, pushing all these things before them, and get on as well as they can.
It is hard to have a Southern overseer; it is worse to have a Northern one; but worst of all when you are the slave-driver of yourself.
"We'll eat all we can find of them," said another.
He was the best loved of all our poets.
They saw a mass of tough green vines all matted together and writhing and twisting around like a nest of great snakes.
Many incidents of those early years are fixed in my memory, isolated, but clear and distinct, making the sense of that silent, aimless, dayless life all the more intense.
Then our country will be rid of all its unwelcome visitors.
Of course I did not know what it was all about, but I enjoyed the pleasant odours that filled the house and the tidbits that were given to Martha Washington and me to keep us quiet.
"Baron Funke has been recommended to the Dowager Empress by her sister," was all she said, in a dry and mournful tone.
All I could think about was that I had a living father-in-law.
But since you wish to hear my part, And urge me to begin it, I'll strive for praise with all my heart, Though small the hope to win it.
By that, I am referring to computers, connectivity, GPS, fiber, the cloud, and all things made of, or influenced by, silicon—the entire bundle of technologies relating to computation and communication.
It was the word "water," and I continued to make some sound for that word after all other speech was lost.
He had had a short illness, there had been a brief time of acute suffering, then all was over.
She sat in my mother's lap constantly, where I used to sit, and seemed to take up all her care and time.
See how he cowers and sneaks, how vaguely all the day he fears, not being immortal nor divine, but the slave and prisoner of his own opinion of himself, a fame won by his own deeds.
We should live in all the ages of the world in an hour; ay, in all the worlds of the ages.
Apparently Señor Medena and his daughters had lived here all their lives.
"I know what you mean," she said," but wouldn't all this have come up eventually?"
"What does all this mean, anyhow?" asked the horse, jumping to escape a thorn.
"All right," answered the horse; "I'll do my best.
All three got into the buggy and Zeb picked up the reins, though Jim needed no guidance of any sort.
"Those wooden things are impossible to hurt," he said, "and all the damage Jim has done to them is to knock a few splinters from their noses and ears.
They were tower-like in shape and the best of them seemed old and weather-worn; yet all were strong and substantial.
Then all preferred listening to speaking.
Count Ilya Rostov, in a military uniform of Catherine's time, was sauntering with a pleasant smile among the crowd, with all of whom he was acquainted.
All that did was to enwich the pwiests' sons and thieves and wobbahs....
The nobility don't gwudge theah lives--evewy one of us will go and bwing in more wecwuits, and the sov'weign" (that was the way he referred to the Emperor) "need only say the word and we'll all die fo' him!" added the orator with animation.
"We will all arise, every one of us will go, for our father the Tsar!" he shouted, rolling his bloodshot eyes.
Many voices shouted and talked at the same time, so that Count Rostov had not time to signify his approval of them all, and the group increased, dispersed, re-formed, and then moved with a hum of talk into the largest hall and to the big table.
Many other orators spoke after the excited nobleman, and all in the same tone.
The crowd drew up to the large table, at which sat gray-haired or bald seventy-year-old magnates, uniformed and besashed almost all of whom Pierre had seen in their own homes with their buffoons, or playing boston at the clubs.
Pierre, however, felt excited, and the general desire to show that they were ready to go to all lengths--which found expression in the tones and looks more than in the substance of the speeches--infected him too.
After all the preceding noise the sound of their old voices saying one after another, "I agree," or for variety, "I too am of that opinion," and so on had even a mournful effect.
Pierre stood rather far off and could not hear all that the Emperor said.