There were sparks between them from the start.
A sudden gust of wind circled them and whispered words in her mind.
We'll take care of them together.
She retrieved them from her purse and handed them to him.
Dragging it up again wouldn't do either of them any good.
Jonathan was watching them intently.
After lunch, all four of them went outside to play ball.
The sudden rush into space confused them so that they could not think.
Blackness engulfed them on every side, and in breathless silence they waited for the fall to end and crush them against jagged rocks or for the earth to close in on them again and bury them forever in its dreadful depths.
There was no heat in the colored suns, however, and after they had passed below them the top of the buggy shut out many of the piercing rays so that the boy and girl could open their eyes again.
"Pull!" cried Dorothy, and as they did so the royal lady leaned toward them and the stems snapped and separated from her feet.
This was a very interesting experience to them.
But the pulling of them apart and pushing them together again was only a sleight-of-hand trick.
"May I eat one of them?" asked the kitten, in a pleading voice.
He would drive them from place to place as his master wished.
The shepherd and his dog could not keep them together.
Some of them ran towards the east, some towards the west, and some towards the south.
The shepherd soon lost sight of them in the darkness.
The shepherd led them gently back to the hut and gave them their usual supper of bread and milk.
He said nothing to them, but wondered where they had heard the strange word "becos," and what was its meaning.
After that, whenever the children were hungry, they cried out, "Becos! becos! becos!" till the shepherd gave them something to eat.
Schell regards sensors largely in terms of gameplay—but for our purposes, think of them passively logging your life.
Likewise for mental illnesses: We should be able to cure them to the extent the person in question would wish them to be.
It often left them partially paralyzed, in wheelchairs or iron lungs (a term that's now all but forgotten and will likely send younger readers to Wikipedia).
Then imagine them all instantly dead.
In the First World War, we learned to treat wounds by washing them with a germicide.
Is it because winning the award gives them more confidence?
Or is it something about them that predates their Oscar triumph and helped them win?
I tried vainly to put them together.
I had a frame in which I could arrange the words in little sentences; but before I ever put sentences in the frame I used to make them in objects.
A fire was kindled at the bottom of a deep hole in the ground, big sticks were laid crosswise at the top, and meat was hung from them and turned on spits.
I did not eat them; but I loved their fragrance and enjoyed hunting for them in the leaves and grass.
We also went nutting, and I helped them open the chestnut burrs and break the shells of hickory-nuts and walnuts--the big, sweet walnuts!
Words and images came tripping to my finger ends, and as I thought out sentence after sentence, I wrote them on my braille slate.
He believed, or at least suspected, that Miss Sullivan and I had deliberately stolen the bright thoughts of another and imposed them on him to win his admiration.
Who made them serfs of the soil?
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.
It is remarkable that we know so much of them as we do.
Many are the travellers I have spoken concerning them, describing their tracks and what calls they answered to.
Every day our garments become more assimilated to ourselves, receiving the impress of the wearer's character, until we hesitate to lay them aside without such delay and medical appliances and some such solemnity even as our bodies.
It would be easier for them to hobble to town with a broken leg than with a broken pantaloon.
Old shoes will serve a hero longer than they have served his valet--if a hero ever has a valet--bare feet are older than shoes, and he can make them do.
The aunt spoke to each of them in the same words, about their health and her own, and the health of Her Majesty, "who, thank God, was better today."
Not letting the abbe and Pierre escape, Anna Pavlovna, the more conveniently to keep them under observation, brought them into the larger circle.
The Guards had already left Petersburg on the tenth of August, and her son, who had remained in Moscow for his equipment, was to join them on the march to Radzivilov.
The count met the guests and saw them off, inviting them all to dinner.
The count jumped up and, swaying from side to side, spread his arms wide and threw them round the little girl who had run in.
"Yes, yes, go and tell them to get it ready," she answered, returning his smile.
"Yes," said the countess when the brightness these young people had brought into the room had vanished; and as if answering a question no one had put but which was always in her mind, "and how much suffering, how much anxiety one has had to go through that we might rejoice in them now!