She was uneasy because she had never been on a plane before.
It wouldn't have been so much fun for him if she had reacted the way he did when she told him she was pregnant.
Actually, she hadn't thought how it looked to others - and there had never been any doubt in her mind that she was fortunate to have Alex.
Not even a year had passed since the stabbing, but he had been doing well.
He had probably been hurting during the ride, but refused to say anything.
Would it have been better if I had fallen off and broken my neck?
Their routine had changed so much that it seemed their lives had been turned upside down.
We've been away for a long time, you know, and so we're anxious to get home again.
Dorothy climbed into the buggy, although Jim had been unharnessed from it and was grazing some distance away.
"What a horrid, savage beast!" exclaimed a piglet; "and after we've been such good friends, too, and played with one another!"
We've been in the dark quite a while, and you may as well explain what has happened.
Behind him stalked with regular, jerky steps, the famous machine-man called Tik-tok, who had been wound up by Dorothy for the occasion.
The pretty little creatures would have been a novelty anywhere, so the people were as amazed and delighted at their appearance as even the Wizard could have desired.
When the Tin Woodman sat down no one applauded him, for his arguments had not been very convincing and few believed that he had proved Eureka's innocence.
May each evening see that all thy wishes have been performed.
Gilbert de Lafayette's father and grandfather and great-grandfather had all been brave and noble men.
The battle had been raging for some time.
The little chest that held his clothing had been carried down to the bank.
He has been called the Father of his Country.
The people of Antium were enemies of the Romans and had often been at war with them.
He had now been a wanderer for twenty days.
However, if you had been born in 1992, turning twenty the year I am writing this, and tried now to imagine life in 2062, you would suppose that everything is going to change.
Had you been around then, would you have seen the inscrutable lines of cause and effect that connected the new technology Gutenberg pioneered and an unknown monk named Martin Luther?
When has starting a business been so easy?
He turned onto Franz Josef Street, where he was not supposed to have been, and drove right in front of a surprised Princip.
That was the only way you could know something—and when the "Knower" died, the knowledge was gone, unless it had been shared with (and memorized by) someone else.
With these terms in mind, consider this observation: For the better part of human history, as people have sought to understand their world, an extensive amount of their time has been spent collecting or retrieving data.
But more and more, human progress is about gleaning knowledge from the incomprehensible amounts of data that already have been collected over the course of human history.
He had had a short illness, there had been a brief time of acute suffering, then all was over.
But my teacher had been with me several weeks before I understood that everything has a name.
It would have been difficult to find a happier child than I was as I lay in my crib at the close of that eventful day and lived over the joys it had brought me, and for the first time longed for a new day to come.
The morning had been fine, but it was growing warm and sultry when at last we turned our faces homeward.
Until then I had been like a foreigner speaking through an interpreter.
Although I had been told this before, and although I understood my own deprivations, yet I had thought vaguely that since they could hear, they must have a sort of "second sight," and I was not prepared to find one child and another and yet another deprived of the same precious gift.
No sooner had I been helped into my bathing-suit than I sprang out upon the warm sand and without thought of fear plunged into the cool water.
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.
Whatever have been thy failures hitherto, "be not afflicted, my child, for who shall assign to thee what thou hast left undone?"
It would be some advantage to live a primitive and frontier life, though in the midst of an outward civilization, if only to learn what are the gross necessaries of life and what methods have been taken to obtain them; or even to look over the old day-books of the merchants, to see what it was that men most commonly bought at the stores, what they stored, that is, what are the grossest groceries.
By the words, necessary of life, I mean whatever, of all that man obtains by his own exertions, has been from the first, or from long use has become, so important to human life that few, if any, whether from savageness, or poverty, or philosophy, ever attempt to do without it.
The ancient philosophers, Chinese, Hindoo, Persian, and Greek, were a class than which none has been poorer in outward riches, none so rich in inward.
In any weather, at any hour of the day or night, I have been anxious to improve the nick of time, and notch it on my stick too; to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line.
How many mornings, summer and winter, before yet any neighbor was stirring about his business, have I been about mine!
The young man had not yet entered either the military or civil service, as he had only just returned from abroad where he had been educated, and this was his first appearance in society.
Pierre had been educated abroad, and this reception at Anna Pavlovna's was the first he had attended in Russia.
"General Kutuzov," said Bolkonski, speaking French and stressing the last syllable of the general's name like a Frenchman, "has been pleased to take me as an aide-de-camp...."
"Andre," said his wife, addressing her husband in the same coquettish manner in which she spoke to other men, "the vicomte has been telling us such a tale about Mademoiselle George and Buonaparte!"
He has been staying with me a whole month and this is the first time I have seen him in society.
The elderly lady was a Princess Drubetskaya, belonging to one of the best families in Russia, but she was poor, and having long been out of society had lost her former influential connections.
She had reminded him of what was quite true; he had been indebted to her father for the first steps in his career.