He was always reading, learning, inquiring.
She was an open book to him and he was obsessed with the idea of reading it.
I am reading a very sad story, called "Little Jakey."
They spent the rest of the spring reading and studying.
After reading my arguments, you may or may not believe the future I describe is inevitable, as I say it is.
The actual tip sounds like someone is reading it and it's always worded in the same format.
I learned what I know of the world from reading in his library, and I learned to fight.
You will sense without reading minds.
Nobody I talked to ever heard of Dawkins, but Mrs. Worthington said she remembers reading about this Rowland guy.
She found him in the living room reading the newspaper.
He studied her over the rim of his reading glasses, and his eyes warmed with a smile.
It was midnight, and he'd just finished reading Jenn's latest report.
Carmen sat down beside his bed and pulled out the horse book she had been reading to him.
He recited a meticulous inventory of everything in the bedroom quarters, including the page number of a book his wife was reading as she remained in bed.
She was alone and segregated, partly because she was new, and partly because an Oracle's soul-reading job was brutal enough that most Oracles—including his mother—killed themselves soon after their full powers manifested within them.
No book is worth reading that does not make you better or wiser.
She sat running her finger over the braille manuscript, stopping now and then to refer to the braille notes on which she had indicated her corrections, all the time reading aloud to verify the manuscript.
For a whole evening she will sit at the table writing whatever comes into her busy brain; and I seldom find any difficulty in reading what she has written.
She bends over her book with a look of intense interest, and as the forefinger of her left hand runs along the line, she spells out the words with the other hand; but often her motions are so rapid as to be unintelligible even to those accustomed to reading the swift and varied movements of her fingers.
She was lounging on the bed reading a magazine when someone knocked on the door.
The silver of her eyes flared and swirled as she gazed at him, an indication she was reading either his future or his mind.
Sofi's skill relied mostly on reading the future of a specific soul by touching them, and he'd not let her within miles of a vamp since taking over her guardianship.
I'm reading their blogs.
"Can you imagine Fred not re-reading Twelve Angry Men and trying to memorize the dialog?" he kidded.
Reading their minds confirmed they were considering the demons' offers.
Unable to sit still he paced up and down the room holding the letter and reading it.
She wasn't actually tired, but reading was relaxing.
Her reading had shed some insight, saying that when an Oracle died, she could be brought back to life by a blood bond.
The Watcher returned his gaze to his phone, reading a text.
You can't go around reading other people's mail!
She almost gasped, wondering if he was reading her mind.
She collected what she could find and perched in a chair, reading until sundown, when the hunger pangs hit her again.
"Sofia, Han tells me you've gotten quite good at reading people," he said.
"I saw that you shared his history …" She stopped, not sure how comfortable he was with a stranger reading his mind.
"You are recorded," he stated, reading the words.
Frantically, she tried to recall anything anyone might've told her about suppressing information from someone reading her mind.
You've been reading my mind from the beginning, haven't you?
He turned on some music with weak intentions of continuing his sheriff reading but instead just sat there, finishing the last of the merlot.
Claudia introduced the men, reading from printed biographies.
Two were reading different sections of a newspaper while Roger was stirring his coffee and chatting, although no one seemed to be listening.
Dean knew from reading their newspaper comments and hearing of their exploits that age had in no way diminished their faculties.
Cynthia asked, as if reading his mind.
"I am not incapable of emotion," Fate said, as if reading his mind.
Later that evening, Carmen was reading a book to Destiny and Jonathan was sprawled out on the window seat, reading a book about horses.
Alex dropped his mind reading gaze on her.
After a while she stopped reading, staring at a picture.
Carmen grabbed a chair and sat down beside him, reading as he typed.
He glanced up from the book he was reading and followed her gaze to the picture in her hand.
And so William Jones went on reading and learning.
Because television was radio with pictures, the first television shows were simply men in suits standing in front of microphones reading the news.
It is fascinating reading to this day because the things he notes about the American character are still very much with us.
Maybe you will agree it to be possible, but after reading this chapter, you will likely think it is improbable.
After reading this, I decided I concur.
Instead of reading words on a page and trying to imagine a concept, we can see it, as the old expression goes, in Technicolor.
Ambrose replied that he was looking at the words and reading them that way.
The libraries that existed, such as the one at Alexandria, contained reading rooms because when you read a book, you read it aloud.
When you reach a step you do not understand, do you not start reading out loud really slowly?
Processing aurally was familiar to Augustine while reading silently was revelatory, so noteworthy that he wrote it in his autobiography.
In the second case, the technique of reading without vocalizing allowed for faster reading and a new, visual way to process verbal information—again, a net gain.
I hope that, after reading this far, you appreciate that for our age, this is no idle boast.
In reading my teacher's lips I was wholly dependent on my fingers: I had to use the sense of touch in catching the vibrations of the throat, the movements of the mouth and the expression of the face; and often this sense was at fault.
I could not be despondent while I anticipated the delight of talking to my mother and reading her responses from her lips.
I often amused myself by reading Latin passages, picking up words I understood and trying to make sense.
My progress in lip-reading and speech was not what my teachers and I had hoped and expected it would be.
Of course my instructors had had no experience in teaching any but normal pupils, and my only means of conversing with them was reading their lips.
It seems strange that my first reading of Shakespeare should have left me so many unpleasant memories.
In my college reading I have become somewhat familiar with French and German literature.
I trust that my readers have not concluded from the preceding chapter on books that reading is my only pleasure; my pleasures and amusements are many and varied.
I enjoy having a play described to me while it is being acted on the stage far more than reading it, because then it seems as if I were living in the midst of stirring events.
I have been reading in my book about astronomers.
I go to school every day I am studying reading, writing, arithmetic, geography and language.
What a nice time I shall have reading them!
In reading this letter about Niagara one should remember that Miss Keller knows distance and shape, and that the size of Niagara is within her experience after she has explored it, crossed the bridge and gone down in the elevator.
In the fall Helen and Miss Sullivan entered the Wright-Humason School in New York, which makes a special of lip-reading and voice-culture.
I have just finished reading "Ivanhoe."
This morning Helen was reading for the first time Bryant's poem, "Oh, mother of a mighty race!"
She had met with the expression Mother Nature in the course of her reading, and for a long time she was in the habit of ascribing to Mother Nature whatever she felt to be beyond the power of man to accomplish.
Can any one doubt after reading these questions that the child who was capable of asking them was also capable of understanding at least their elementary answers?
Reading, I think, should be kept independent of the regular school exercises.
He learns not by reading what he understands, but by reading and remembering words he does not understand.
She recognized that others used their lips; she "saw" her father reading a paper and when he laid it down she sat in his chair and held the paper before her face.
Her speech lacks variety and modulation; it runs in a sing-song when she is reading aloud; and when she speaks with fair degree of loudness, it hovers about two or three middle tones.
In reading the lips she is not so quick or so accurate as some reports declare.
History, Poetry, Mythology!--I know of no reading of another's experience so startling and informing as this would be.
Yet I sustained myself by the prospect of such reading in future.
What the Roman and Grecian multitude could not hear, after the lapse of ages a few scholars read, and a few scholars only are still reading it.
There is a work in several volumes in our Circulating Library entitled "Little Reading," which I thought referred to a town of that name which I had not been to.
One who has just come from reading perhaps one of the best English books will find how many with whom he can converse about it?
Or suppose he comes from reading a Greek or Latin classic in the original, whose praises are familiar even to the so-called illiterate; he will find nobody at all to speak to, but must keep silence about it.
After hoeing, or perhaps reading and writing, in the forenoon, I usually bathed again in the pond, swimming across one of its coves for a stint, and washed the dust of labor from my person, or smoothed out the last wrinkle which study had made, and for the afternoon was absolutely free.
Pierre reaching the house first went into Prince Andrew's study like one quite at home, and from habit immediately lay down on the sofa, took from the shelf the first book that came to his hand (it was Caesar's Commentaries), and resting on his elbow, began reading it in the middle.
Pierre was always astonished at Prince Andrew's calm manner of treating everybody, his extraordinary memory, his extensive reading (he had read everything, knew everything, and had an opinion about everything), but above all at his capacity for work and study.
It was the eldest who was reading--the one who had met Anna Mikhaylovna.
The eldest princess paused in her reading and silently stared at him with frightened eyes; the second assumed precisely the same expression; while the youngest, the one with the mole, who was of a cheerful and lively disposition, bent over her frame to hide a smile probably evoked by the amusing scene she foresaw.
All were silently crossing themselves, and the reading of the church service, the subdued chanting of deep bass voices, and in the intervals sighs and the shuffling of feet were the only sounds that could be heard.
He went on reading to the end, without raising his eyes at the opening of the door and the sound of footsteps.
Of course, she, a handsome young woman without any definite position, without relations or even a country, did not intend to devote her life to serving Prince Bolkonski, to reading aloud to him and being friends with Princess Mary.
I'm sure of it! exclaimed Natasha, reading confirmation in Anna Mikhaylovna's face.
Vera, Natasha, Sonya, and Petya now entered the room, and the reading of the letter began.
After reading a few lines, he glanced angrily at Berg, then, meeting his eyes, hid his face behind the letter.
"Why 'What the devil'?" said Boris, picking it up and reading the address.
If at first the members of the council thought that Kutuzov was pretending to sleep, the sounds his nose emitted during the reading that followed proved that the commander-in-chief at that moment was absorbed by a far more serious matter than a desire to show his contempt for the dispositions or anything else--he was engaged in satisfying the irresistible human need for sleep.
Next to Weyrother sat Count Langeron who, with a subtle smile that never left his typically southern French face during the whole time of the reading, gazed at his delicate fingers which rapidly twirled by its corners a gold snuffbox on which was a portrait.
When the reading which lasted more than an hour was over, Langeron again brought his snuffbox to rest and, without looking at Weyrother or at anyone in particular, began to say how difficult it was to carry out such a plan in which the enemy's position was assumed to be known, whereas it was perhaps not known, since the enemy was in movement.
But the author himself took the verses and began reading them aloud.
But before he had finished reading, a stentorian major-domo announced that dinner was ready!
And Count Rostov, glancing angrily at the author who went on reading his verses, bowed to Bagration.
He began reading about the sufferings and virtuous struggles of a certain Emilie de Mansfeld.
After reading the first words of the Gospel: "In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God," Pierre went round the table and saw a large open box filled with something.
This silence was broken by one of the brethren, who led Pierre up to the rug and began reading to him from a manuscript book an explanation of all the figures on it: the sun, the moon, a hammer, a plumb line, a trowel, a rough stone and a squared stone, a pillar, three windows, and so on.
The Grand Master began reading the statutes.
He folded it up without reading it and reread his father's letter, ending with the words: "Gallop off to Korchevo and carry out instructions!"
And he began reading Bilibin's letter which was written in French.
He was seized with alarm lest something should have happened to the child while he was reading the letter.
On a third estate the priest, bearing a cross, came to meet him surrounded by children whom, by the count's generosity, he was instructing in reading, writing, and religion.
He became animated when he began reading his paper and specially drew Rostov's attention to the stinging rejoinders he made to his enemies.
His hospital companions, who had gathered round Rostov--a fresh arrival from the world outside--gradually began to disperse as soon as Denisov began reading his answer.
In the middle of the reading, the Uhlan interrupted Denisov.
Denisov interrupted him, went on reading his paper.
A trained midwife was engaged for Bogucharovo at his expense, and a priest was paid to teach reading and writing to the children of the peasants and household serfs.
Reading these letters, Nicholas felt a dread of their wanting to take him away from surroundings in which, protected from all the entanglements of life, he was living so calmly and quietly.
From reading he passed to sleeping, from sleeping to gossip in drawing rooms of the club, from gossip to carousals and women; from carousals back to gossip, reading, and wine.
Boris read 'Poor Liza' aloud to her, and more than once interrupted the reading because of the emotions that choked him.
After reading the letter Natasha sat down at the writing table to answer it.
I love him! thought Natasha, reading the letter for the twentieth time and finding some peculiarly deep meaning in each word of it.
As she read she glanced at the sleeping Natasha, trying to find in her face an explanation of what she was reading, but did not find it.
When Michael Ivanovich returned to the study with the letter, the old prince, with spectacles on and a shade over his eyes, was sitting at his open bureau with screened candles, holding a paper in his outstretched hand, and in a somewhat dramatic attitude was reading his manuscript-- his "Remarks" as he termed it--which was to be transmitted to the Emperor after his death.
Only now in the stillness of the night, reading it by the faint light under the green shade, did he grasp its meaning for a moment.
Alpatych, having sent his family away, was alone at Bald Hills and was sitting indoors reading the Lives of the Saints.
Toward night candles were burning round his coffin, a pall was spread over it, the floor was strewn with sprays of juniper, a printed band was tucked in under his shriveled head, and in a corner of the room sat a chanter reading the psalms.
An ukase, they are reading an ukase!
Reading an ukase! cried voices in the crowd, and the people rushed toward the reader.
The man in the frieze coat was reading the broadsheet of August 31.
At Anna Pavlovna's on the twenty-sixth of August, the very day of the battle of Borodino, there was a soiree, the chief feature of which was to be the reading of a letter from His Lordship the Bishop when sending the Emperor an icon of the Venerable Sergius.
The art of his reading was supposed to lie in rolling out the words, quite independently of their meaning, in a loud and singsong voice alternating between a despairing wail and a tender murmur, so that the wail fell quite at random on one word and the murmur on another.
This reading, as was always the case at Anna Pavlovna's soirees, had a political significance.
To such customary routine belonged his conversations with the staff, the letters he wrote from Tarutino to Madame de Stael, the reading of novels, the distribution of awards, his correspondence with Petersburg, and so on.
"There, they kept telling us: 'It's dangerous, it's dangerous,'" said the officer, addressing the esaul while Denisov was reading the dispatch.
What Russian, reading the account of the last part of the campaign of 1812, has not experienced an uncomfortable feeling of regret, dissatisfaction, and perplexity?
At home Natasha placed herself in the position of a slave to her husband, and the whole household went on tiptoe when he was occupied--that is, was reading or writing in his study.
On reading that letter (she always read her husband's letters) Natasha herself suggested that he should go to Petersburg, though she would feel his absence very acutely.
To Pierre's timid look of inquiry after reading the letter she replied by asking him to go, but to fix a definite date for his return.
But in spite of every desire to regard it as known, anyone reading many historical works cannot help doubting whether this new force, so variously understood by the historians themselves, is really quite well known to everybody.
When she got to the room, Alex was sitting on the love seat reading a newspaper.
They were sitting beside each other, reading when she began the inquest.
No, she was reading too much into an innocent good night kiss.
If Howie drops into ten or twenty minutes of anyone's life, chance are all he sees is them picking their nose, reading a book or working.
How could I convince my reading public I heard it from the horse's mouth?
At the first hint of below freezing weather, Howie was on the job, covering everything and reading up on all preventive measures known to man.
Molly was seated in our living room, reading a book when I arrived.
It was a hoot at first, reading that stuff, but it got boring in a hurry.
My eyes are tired from all this reading and culling, discarding the inappropriate ones.
She was reading a paperback and he was relaxing, with his eyes closed.
Right now, she didn't want him reading her mind.
He made the mistake before of not reading her mind when he should have.
Shutting off the reading lamp, he backed out of the room and silently shut the door.
He searched her face, reading it like a book.
Alex was sitting in his chair, reading a magazine and glanced up when she spoke.
One reading was sufficient to stamp every detail of the story upon my memory forever.
In French Teacher is reading "Columba" to me.
In Latin, I am reading Horace's odes.
I do not think I have told you that my dear teacher is reading "The Faery Queen" to me.
Miss Keller's reading of the manual alphabet by her sense of touch seems to cause some perplexity.
We have reading lessons every day.
She had evidently been reading, and fallen asleep.
I was reading the following paragraph to her:
On Christmas Eve, we sit in front of the fire and take turns reading Christmas stories.
Were you reading that?