He parked the truck in front of the house and headed down the hill.
Carmen brushed them away and returned to her prayer.
And yet, didn't clinical words like selective reduction and gestational carrier mask the facts?
At some point, that stopped bugging her and became an attraction.
Humor danced in his eyes and twisted smooth lips.
Taking her in his arms, he held her close for a moment and then planted a kiss on her forehead.
Reluctantly she pulled away, her pulse and respiration in a race.
He laughed at that, and his laugh was merry and frank.
The boy laughed cheerfully and jumped out.
He was not going very fast, but on his flanks specks of foam began to appear and at times he would tremble like a leaf.
The sky had grown darker again and the wind made queer sobbing sounds as it swept over the valley.
With a wild neigh of terror the animal fell bodily into the pit, drawing the buggy and its occupants after him.
Dorothy sighed and commenced to breathe easier.
Then they turned bottom side up, and continued to roll slowly over until they were right side up again.
They saw the mother robin flying about, and crying to her mate.
He got down from his horse and very gently took the little ones up in his big warm hands.
He stooped and picked up a bird's nest that had fallen upon the ground.
He lifted the nest gently and put it in a safe place in the forks of the tree.
He leaped into the saddle, and away he dashed with his officers close behind him.
He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Two children, brother and sister, were on their way to school.
Science would solve everything, prosperity would grow indefinitely, and people would thrive.
The speech he gave in September 1962, announcing that goal, spent a good amount of time justifying the expense and explaining the urgency.
People overwhelmingly believed the future would be better, and they were right!
They may have missed on specifics (such as each of us owning a personal jet pack and a flying car) but in general were dead-on.
Whether you are rich or poor, live in the developed world or the developing world, life today is better and easier than it was a century ago by virtually any measure.
We have, in fact, envisioned a better world and have made it happen.
And yet, against all reason, starting in the 1970s our collective optimism faltered.
He married Lucy Helen Everett, who belonged to the same family of Everetts as Edward Everett and Dr. Edward Everett Hale.
Such a house my father built after the Civil War, and when he married my mother they went to live in it.
The little porch was hidden from view by a screen of yellow roses and Southern smilax.
It was the favourite haunt of humming-birds and bees.
It was called "Ivy Green" because the house and the surrounding trees and fences were covered with beautiful English ivy.
Even in the days before my teacher came, I used to feel along the square stiff boxwood hedges, and, guided by the sense of smell would find the first violets and lilies.
There, too, after a fit of temper, I went to find comfort and to hide my hot face in the cool leaves and grass.
The twelve labors of Hercules were trifling in comparison with those which my neighbors have undertaken; for they were only twelve, and had an end; but I could never see that these men slew or captured any monster or finished any labor.
Better if they had been born in the open pasture and suckled by a wolf, that they might have seen with clearer eyes what field they were called to labor in.
They have got to live a man's life, pushing all these things before them, and get on as well as they can.
How many a poor immortal soul have I met well-nigh crushed and smothered under its load, creeping down the road of life, pushing before it a barn seventy-five feet by forty, its Augean stables never cleansed, and one hundred acres of land, tillage, mowing, pasture, and woodlot!
His highest duty to fodder and water his horses!
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.
Self-emancipation even in the West Indian provinces of the fancy and imagination--what Wilberforce is there to bring that about?
But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist--I really believe he is Antichrist--I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful slave,' as you call yourself!
He spoke in that refined French in which our grandfathers not only spoke but thought, and with the gentle, patronizing intonation natural to a man of importance who had grown old in society and at court.
I confess all these festivities and fireworks are becoming wearisome.
They have decided that Buonaparte has burnt his boats, and I believe that we are ready to burn ours.
Anna Pavlovna Scherer on the contrary, despite her forty years, overflowed with animation and impulsiveness.
Perhaps I don't understand things, but Austria never has wished, and does not wish, for war.
She wanted to find, and still seeks, some secret motive in our actions.