That one's going to beat you home.
I wouldn't deny one's right to fulfill love, but doing so will have serious consequences on an untold number of lives, even those you're saving.
No one's looking for her, but she won't buy it.
No one's going to storm in here and arrest you are they?
No one's identified the baby, legitimately…just whackos looking for a free baby and publicity.
Deidre wasn't vindictive, but she still didn't fathom the amount of evil in one's heart it took to kill them.
Two are household goods and one's theater stuff.
But no one's worked the Lucky Pup in decades.
He used to frown at her when she acted outside the Immortal Laws, unable to appreciate that a deity charged with managing a domain often had to take steps outside the rules to protect one's underworld.
Darkyn, the demon lord charged with heading the Dark One's armies of demons, emerged from a dark hallway.
The death-dealer on the Dark One's payroll appeared immediately at the summons.
The Dark One's mysterious search for something past-Deidre left behind began to make sense.
There is no single event that determines the outcome of one's destiny, he said with a shake of his head.
We've got a while before this one's empty.
This one's a piece of work.
Rhyn crept carefully through the demon scouts positioned throughout the forest surrounding the castle. The demons wore the Dark One's uniform of all black with waterproof cloaks and hoods. The demon side of him rendered his presence similar enough to a full-demon's that the others wouldn't be alarmed. He sized up each demon he passed, until he found one who appeared to be his size. The creature didn't hear his soft step, and the snapping of the demon's neck was the only other sound in the falling rain.
"It was stopped by the Dark One, who knew what I'd do if he didn't stop it," she said. "Darkyn led this assault without the Dark One's permission. He was banished deep into Hell. This time, I can do nothing, and they know it. If you ask me, I will give Katie and your child back to you. The price will be this."
They were given reasonable service and whispered offers to, "Stay three nights, the next one's free, and we'll give you a receipt for four."
No one's sorry to see them gone, I can tell you that much.
"This one's on me, asshole," chuckled a breath that smelled of clove.
No one's playing fair anymore.
The third one's gonna kill Jenn.
If she was bored, it was no one's fault but her own.
Hardly a leaf is visible to the height of one's head; but above, a crown of thick leather-like leaves shuts out the sunlight.
To revise one's first principles is to be an intuitionalist no longer.
The principle of judgment by one's peers is asserted, and is obviously the privilege of every class of freemen, not of the greater lords alone.
Thus when one carries one's thoughts back to a series of events, one constructs a psychic whole made up of parts which take definite shape and character by their mutual interrelations.
In France, blasphemy (which included, also, speaking against the Holy Virgin and the saints, denying one's faith, or speaking with impiety of holy things) was from very early times punished with great severity.
If now the question be asked what purpose or aim a man can have, seeing that there is nothing of permanent value in human work, an answer is given which recurs, like a refrain, from the beginning to the end of the book, and appears to be from the hand of the original author: after every description of the vanity of things comes the injunction to enjoy such pleasures as may fall to one's lot (11.24, 25, 111.12, 13, 22, V.
Wissowa, Religion and Kultus der Romer (1902), according to whom Spes was originally not a garden goddess, but simply the divinity to whom one prayed for the fulfilment of one's desires.
Columella, like Xenophon, favours a certain friendliness and familiarity in one's intercourse with his farm slaves.
21 f.) and to do to no man what is hateful to one's self (Tob.
Nor do the sages go beyond the old position in their ethical theory: they have no philosophical discussion of the basis of the moral life; their standard of good conduct is existing law and custom; their motive for right-doing is individual eudaemonistic, not the good of society, or loyalty to an ideal of righteousness for its own sake, but advantage for one's self.
So far, however, as it is possible to disengage one's self from this captivation, it may be said that the mingling of distinct and original vision with a singularly conscientious handling of the English language, in the sincere and wholesome self-consciousness of the strenuous artist, seems to be the central feature of Stevenson as a writer by profession.
He was now too old to be in any one's way, and that, no doubt, was the reason why Catherine II.
That it was proper to wear special garments (or at least to rearrange one's weekday clothes) on the Jewish sabbath was recognized in the Talmud, and Mahommedans, after discussing at length the most suitable raiment for prayer, favoured the use of a single simple garment (Bukhari, viii.).
At this point one's attention is focused on the wonderful reactions possessed by the healthy tissues to combat these evil influences.
You could simply break up the paragraphs with white space, so that it doesn't labor they eye to keep one's place and find the next line.
At such times they were all glad to wait for him, for continually climbing up stairs is sure to make one's legs ache.
They thought that pictures might take one's mind away from things that were better or more useful.
My relative definition of poverty is "the state of being unable to reliably purchase a bundle of goods that allow one to participate in the economic norms of one's society."
Social structures will change, and the purpose of education will be to learn to reason and find one's passion.
Faceless government in a distant land is no one's idea of paradise.
Thus one's Facebook friends may be more diverse in all sorts of ways than one's "actual" friends.
To be successful in the world, for a while both English and one's native tongue will be requirements.
At six months I could pipe out "How d'ye," and one day I attracted every one's attention by saying "Tea, tea, tea" quite plainly.
But in college there is no time to commune with one's thoughts.
In the country one sees only Nature's fair works, and one's soul is not saddened by the cruel struggle for mere existence that goes on in the crowded city.
You see, it is not very pleasant to write all about one's self.
They permitted themselves startling liberties when any one caressed them, crowding themselves almost into one's arms and helping themselves without ceremony to kisses, apparently unconscious of the impropriety of their conduct.
She said she did not consider a degree of any real value, but thought it was much more desirable to do something original than to waste one's energies only for a degree.
Now, however, I see the folly of attempting to hitch one's wagon to a star with harness that does not belong to it.
To be able to read for one's self what is being willed, thought and done in the world--the world in whose joys and sorrows, failures and successes one feels the keenest interest--that would indeed be a happiness too deep for words.
Tell her there are a few bitter drops in every one's cup, and the only way is to take the bitter patiently, and the sweet thankfully.
All use of language is imitative, and one's style is made up of all other styles that one has met.
I too had woven a kind of basket of a delicate texture, but I had not made it worth any one's while to buy them.
This spending of the best part of one's life earning money in order to enjoy a questionable liberty during the least valuable part of it reminds me of the Englishman who went to India to make a fortune first, in order that he might return to England and live the life of a poet.
But perchance it would be wisest never to put one's paw into it.
Philanthropy is not love for one's fellow-man in the broadest sense.
It is enough to make one's head whirl!
One's head aches, and one spends all one's money.
One's head aches, and one spends all one's money.
His thin, worn, sallow face was covered with deep wrinkles, which always looked as clean and well washed as the tips of one's fingers after a Russian bath.
That's what keeping one's head means.
You know, Count, it is much more honorable to admit one's mistake than to let matters become irreparable.
"And love of one's neighbor, and self-sacrifice?" began Pierre.
The others, one's neighbors, le prochain, as you and Princess Mary call it, are the chief source of all error and evil.
That is not cleanly," said Prince Andrew; "on the contrary one must try to make one's life as pleasant as possible.
Then there's this house, which must be built in order to have a nook of one's own in which to be quiet.
"It seems it's no use knocking one's head against a wall!" he said, coming from the window and giving Rostov a large envelope.
He was that absent-minded crank, a grand seigneur husband who was in no one's way, and far from spoiling the high tone and general impression of the drawing room, he served, by the contrast he presented to her, as an advantageous background to his elegant and tactful wife.
To this he replied that one should not deprive a wife of one's embraces and gave me to understand that that was my duty.
After a casual pause, such as often occurs when receiving friends for the first time in one's own house, "Uncle," answering a thought that was in his visitors' minds, said:
She seemed to be trying whether any of them would get angry or sulky with her; but the serfs fulfilled no one's orders so readily as they did hers.
So they went through their memories, smiling with pleasure: not the sad memories of old age, but poetic, youthful ones--those impressions of one's most distant past in which dreams and realities blend--and they laughed with quiet enjoyment.
"Now to tell one's fortune in the empty bathhouse is frightening!" said an old maid who lived with the Melyukovs, during supper.
No one's to blame," said Natasha--"It's my fault.
To have one's ear pulled by the Emperor was considered the greatest honor and mark of favor at the French court.
Before a battle one must have one's sleep out, repeated Prince Andrew.
Pity these wounded men as one might, it was evident that if they were given one cart there would be no reason to refuse another, or all the carts and one's own carriages as well.
Thirty carts could not save all the wounded and in the general catastrophe one could not disregard oneself and one's own family.
When one's head is gone one doesn't weep for one's hair!
To love one's neighbors, to love one's enemies, to love everything, to love God in all His manifestations.
"A wife for counsel, a mother-in-law for welcome, but there's none as dear as one's own mother!" said he.
The absence of suffering, the satisfaction of one's needs and consequent freedom in the choice of one's occupation, that is, of one's way of life, now seemed to Pierre to be indubitably man's highest happiness.
There was within him a deep unexpressed conviction that all would be well, but that one must not trust to this and still less speak about it, but must only attend to one's own work.
Sometimes the sky seemed to be rising high, high overhead, and then it seemed to sink so low that one could touch it with one's hand.
Harder and more blessed than all else is to love this life in one's sufferings, in innocent sufferings.
And it occurs to no one that to admit a greatness not commensurable with the standard of right and wrong is merely to admit one's own nothingness and immeasurable meanness.
It is only possible to capture prisoners if they agree to be captured, just as it is only possible to catch a swallow if it settles on one's hand.
One's quite frozen and the other's an awful swaggerer.
When two people quarrel they are always both in fault, and one's own guilt suddenly becomes terribly serious when the other is no longer alive.
That's all poetry and old wives' talk--all that doing good to one's neighbor!
Discussions and questions of that kind, which are like the question of how to get the greatest gratification from one's dinner, did not then and do not now exist for those for whom the purpose of a dinner is the nourishment it affords; and the purpose of marriage is the family.
But they insisted on their own view: love of one's neighbor and Christianity--and all this in the presence of young Nicholas, who had gone into my study and broke all my things.