The children thought the new game was very funny.
I never thought I could do it.
He thought it would be fun for the man to tell the woman.
I knew that I had ceased to be my mother's only darling, and the thought filled me with jealousy.
"How can he talk like that?" thought Pierre.
He did not finish his sentence, but his tone showed how highly he thought of his friend and how much he expected of him in the future.
"I thought so," said the Wizard, with a sigh.
For some reason she had always thought Alex would adjust quickly to any lifestyle.
I have thought that Walden Pond would be a good place for business, not solely on account of the railroad and the ice trade; it offers advantages which it may not be good policy to divulge; it is a good port and a good foundation.
American universities are thought by many to be among the best in the world.
"I thought perhaps something had happened," she said with her unchanging stonily severe expression; and, sitting down opposite the prince, she prepared to listen.
He began to see how foolish he had been; he thought how terrible it would be to live there without one friend, without one person to whom he could speak.
They thought that pictures might take one's mind away from things that were better or more useful.
Princess Mary had thought and thought again now.
She pushed the thought from her mind and turned to him.
As the train rumbled by, the trestle shook and swayed until I thought we should be dashed to the chasm below.
With this thought in mind the girl took heart and leaned her head over the side of the buggy to see where the strange light was coming from.
We thought everything was arranged: but we found Monday that Mrs. Elliott would not be willing to let us invite more than fifty people, because Mrs. Howe's house is quite small.
They saw that all these fables taught some great truth, and they wondered how Aesop could have thought of them.
I don't think so, and I'll explain why with another thought experiment.
So thought the Emperor, and the Russian commanders and people were still more provoked at the thought that our forces were retreating into the depths of the country.
The older men, who thought it undignified to amuse themselves with such nonsense, continued to lie at the opposite side of the fire, but one would occasionally raise himself on an elbow and glance at Morel with a smile.
Maybe he thought she would change her mind, but it wasn't going to happen.
Her face warmed as she thought of it.
"Thought that train would never come," observed the boy.
You were so bespattered with mud that I thought you were some old farmer.
I hope that along the way you thought of a few I missed, a few trends or developments that lead toward peace.
I thought it strange that my teacher could not show me love.
Discouragement and weariness cast me down frequently; but the next moment the thought that I should soon be at home and show my loved ones what I had accomplished, spurred me on, and I eagerly looked forward to their pleasure in my achievement.
I thought how strange it was that such precious seeds of truth and wisdom should have fallen among the tares of ignorance and corruption.
I did not study nor analyze them--I did not know whether they were well written or not; I never thought about style or authorship.
The bullet of your thought must have overcome its lateral and ricochet motion and fallen into its last and steady course before it reaches the ear of the hearer, else it may plow out again through the side of his head.
"A good day for harvesting," thought Alpatych.
But at times in history, left-handedness was thought to be a malady in need of curing (and in some parts of the world still is).
I thought they would never go, said the countess, when she had seen her guests out.
He had always thought what he said then.
"I had other duties," thought he.
I cannot propose to her at present, but the thought that perhaps she might someday be my wife and that I may be missing that possibility... that possibility... is terrible.
It was the first time she thought of Katie that way.
Its reawakening of the arts derived chiefly from seeking to recapture something thought lost from a past Golden Age.
Even identical twins, thought until recently to have identical DNA, actually have slightly different DNA.
Words and images came tripping to my finger ends, and as I thought out sentence after sentence, I wrote them on my braille slate.
The signs, which I had learned the day before, and which I thought I knew perfectly, confused me.
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.
Oh, that this toil might end and you would release me! thought he.
If people were permanently obsessed with food, all individual thought, all capacity to argue, even people's sex drive, would disappear.
I felt so cold, I imagined I should die before morning, and the thought comforted me.
The flowers were wilted, but the kind thought which came with them was as sweet and as fresh as newly pulled violets.
Though he hesitated, and perhaps failed to express himself distinctly, he always had a presentable thought behind.
But when Napoleon asked him whether the Russians thought they would beat Bonaparte or not, Lavrushka screwed up his eyes and considered.
The doctor thought he had guessed them, and inquiringly repeated: "Mary, are you afraid?"
Is it not all the same? she thought, and did not reply.
Again, it is sometimes thought that both nobility and aristocracy are in some special way connected with kingly government.
The 1920s to 1950s renderings of what people thought the future would look like are full of things like personal jetpacks and flying cars.
What if we thought differently?
The thought was that the overseer, being local, would be able to separate the lazy from the truly needy.
On a sudden thought I ran upstairs before any one could stop me, to put on my idea of a company dress.
I thought then that I was "making up a story," as children say, and I eagerly sat down to write it before the ideas should slip from me.
But I do not understand how he ever thought a blind and deaf child of eleven could have invented them.
The thought of going to college took root in my heart and became an earnest desire, which impelled me to enter into competition for a degree with seeing and hearing girls, in the face of the strong opposition of many true and wise friends.
It was thought advisable for me to have my examinations in a room by myself, because the noise of the typewriter might disturb the other girls.
Before I entered college, however, it was thought best that I should study another year under Mr. Keith.
The lecture-halls seemed filled with the spirit of the great and the wise, and I thought the professors were the embodiment of wisdom.
Her throat was very sore and the doctor thought she would have to go away to the hospital, but she is better now.
At first I was very sorry when I found that the sun had hidden his shining face behind dull clouds, but afterwards I thought why he did it, and then I was happy.
Then I knew that you had not forgotten the dear little child, for the gift brought with it the thought of tender sympathy.
Yesterday I thought for the first time what a beautiful thing motion was, and it seemed to me that everything was trying to get near to God, does it seem that way to you?
You must have wondered why your letter has not had an answer, and perhaps you have thought Teacher and me very naughty indeed.
I am always delighted when anyone writes me a beautiful thought which I can treasure in my memory forever.
I do try to think that he is still near, very near; but sometimes the thought that he is not here, that I shall not see him when I go to Boston,--that he is gone,--rushes over my soul like a great wave of sorrow.
That is why I thought about starting one.
I had known about them for a long time; but I had never thought that I should see them, and talk to them; and I can scarcely realize now that this great pleasure has been mine!
Teacher said she thought he looked something like Paradeuski.
But, however this may be, I cannot now write the letter which has lain in my thought for you so long.
The thought that my dear Heavenly Father is always near, giving me abundantly of all those things, which truly enrich life and make it sweet and beautiful, makes every deprivation seem of little moment compared with the countless blessings I enjoy.
Why, bless you, I thought I wrote to you the day after the "Eclogues" arrived, and told you how glad I was to have them!
Why, only a little while ago people thought it quite impossible to teach the deaf-blind anything; but no sooner was it proved possible than hundreds of kind, sympathetic hearts were fired with the desire to help them, and now we see how many of those poor, unfortunate persons are being taught to see the beauty and reality of life.
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.
The thought of their gentle courtesy and genuine kindness brings a warm glow of joy and gratitude to my heart.
My friends thought we might have one or two pupils in our own home, thereby securing to me the advantage of being helpful to others without any of the disadvantages of a large school.
On one of them I noticed that the strings were of wire, and having had some experience in bead work, I said I thought they would break.
When Miss Keller speaks, her face is animated and expresses all the modes of her thought--the expressions that make the features eloquent and give speech half its meaning.
Many people have thought that any attempt to find the principles in her method would be nothing but a later theory superimposed on Miss Sullivan's work.
I thought it a good opportunity to teach her her first word.
Then I took the doll, meaning to give it back to her when she had made the letters; but she thought I meant to take it from her, and in an instant she was in a temper, and tried to seize the doll.
She made the "c-a," then stopped and thought, and making the sign for eating and pointing downward she pushed me toward the door, meaning that I must go downstairs for some cake.
I thought this very clever.
After a long time Mrs. Keller said that she would think the matter over and see what Captain Keller thought of sending Helen away with me.
When he succeeded in forming it to suit her, she patted him on his woolly head so vigorously that I thought some of his slips were intentional.
I thought I would try the effect of a little belated discipline.
After spelling half the words, she stopped suddenly, as if a thought had flashed into her mind, and felt for the napkin.
Last night when I got in bed, she stole into my arms of her own accord and kissed me for the first time, and I thought my heart would burst, so full was it of joy.
My first thought was, one of the dogs has hurt Mildred; but Helen's beaming face set my fears at rest.
After she had played with them a little while, the thought occurred to her that the puppies must have special names, like people, and she asked for the name of each pup.
She evidently thought mothers were more likely to know about babies of all sorts.
The other day a friend brought her a new doll from Memphis, and I thought I would see if I could make Helen understand that she must not break it.
They tell us that Helen is "overdoing," that her mind is too active (these very people thought she had no mind at all a few months ago!) and suggest many absurd and impossible remedies.
But so far nobody seems to have thought of chloroforming her, which is, I think, the only effective way of stopping the natural exercise of her faculties.
She knew that I was much troubled, and would have liked to stay near me; but I thought it best for her to sit by herself.
I now thought it time to teach her to read printed words.
TOO MUCH EXPLANATION DIRECTS THE CHILD'S ATTENTION TO WORDS AND SENTENCES, SO THAT HE FAILS TO GET THE THOUGHT AS A WHOLE.
When it was time for the church service to begin, she was in such a state of excitement that I thought it best to take her away; but Captain Keller said, "No, she will be all right."
Everybody laughed at her antics, and you would have thought they were leaving a place of amusement rather than a church.
Then she threw herself on the floor and began to swim so energetically that some of us thought we should be kicked out of our chairs!
He had never heard of "talking-gloves"; but I explained that she had seen a glove on which the alphabet was printed, and evidently thought they could be bought.
When traveling she drinks in thought and language.
After she had read "The Battlefield," by the same author, I asked her which verse she thought was the most beautiful.
I asked what she thought that meant.
But after a great deal of thought and study, I told her, men came to believe that all forces were manifestations of one power, and to that power they gave the name GOD.
She thought the miracles of Jesus very strange.
At this moment another thought seemed to flash through her mind, and she added, "But Mr. Anagnos did not speak to my soul."
She shrinks from the thought of death with evident dismay.
It is true, the more sensitive and imaginative the mind is that receives the thought-pictures and images of literature, the more nicely the finest lines are reproduced.
Mrs. Keller writes me that before her illness Helen made signs for everything, and her mother thought this habit the cause of her slowness in learning to speak.
I thought, however, that the advantage she would derive would not repay her for the time and labour that such an experiment would cost.
If she detected no smile, she gesticulated excitedly, trying to convey her thought; but if she failed to make her companion laugh, she sat still for a few moments, with a troubled and disappointed expression.
No teacher could have made Helen Keller sensitive to the beauties of language and to the finer interplay of thought which demands expression in melodious word groupings.
I thought of my own dear home.
After awhile he went nearer, and looking closely at the buds, found that they were folded up, leaf over leaf, as eyelids are folded over sleeping eyes, so that Birdie thought they must be asleep.
One pleasant morning in the beautiful springtime, I thought I was sitting on the soft grass under my dear mother's window, looking very earnestly at the rose-bushes which were growing all around me.
I will tell you how King Frost first thought of this kind work, for it is a strange story.
After awhile they came to a great forest and, being tired and hungry, they thought they would rest a little and look for nuts before continuing their journey.
I never thought that people could make such mistakes.
'I thought everybody had the same thought about the leaves, but I do not know now.
I thought very much about the sad news when teacher went to the doctor's; she was not here at dinner and I missed her.'
Helen told me that for a long time she had thought of Jack Frost as a king, because of the many treasures which he possessed.
Words often make the thought, and the master of words will say things greater than are in him.
The substance of thought is language, and language is the one thing to teach the deaf child and every other child.
Let him get language and he gets the very stuff that language is made of, the thought and the experience of his race.
But the fever grew and flamed in my eyes, and for several days my kind physician thought I would die.
When I awoke and found that all was dark and still, I suppose I thought it was night, and I must have wondered why day was so long coming.
Every beautiful description, every deep thought glides insensibly into the same mournful chant of the brevity of life, of the slow decay and dissolution of all earthly things.
Its warm touch seemed so like a human caress, I really thought it was a sentient being, capable of loving and protecting me.
It was only a dream, but I thought it real, and my heart sank within me.
I have seen Penobscot Indians, in this town, living in tents of thin cotton cloth, while the snow was nearly a foot deep around them, and I thought that they would be glad to have it deeper to keep out the wind.
It should not be by their architecture, but why not even by their power of abstract thought, that nations should seek to commemorate themselves?
One young man of my acquaintance, who has inherited some acres, told me that he thought he should live as I did, if he had the means.
However, when I have thought to indulge myself in this respect, and lay their Heaven under an obligation by maintaining certain poor persons in all respects as comfortably as I maintain myself, and have even ventured so far as to make them the offer, they have one and all unhesitatingly preferred to remain poor.
To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning.
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.
He had soaked hemlock leaves in water and drank it, and thought that was better than water in warm weather.
Indeed, I found some of them to be wiser than the so-called overseers of the poor and selectmen of the town, and thought it was time that the tables were turned.
Men of business, even farmers, thought only of solitude and employment, and of the great distance at which I dwelt from something or other; and though they said that they loved a ramble in the woods occasionally, it was obvious that they did not.
I had many a genial thought by the cabin fire "as I sailed."
He rounded this water with his hand, deepened and clarified it in his thought, and in his will bequeathed it to Concord.
I thought of living there before I went to Walden.
The gods must be proud, thought I, with such forked flashes to rout a poor unarmed fisherman.
I thought, as I have my living to get, and have not eaten to-day, that I might go a-fishing.
Whether he finally survived that combat, and spent the remainder of his days in some Hotel des Invalides, I do not know; but I thought that his industry would not be worth much thereafter.
While he was thinking one thing in his brain, I was endeavoring to divine his thought in mine.
When compelled to rise they would sometimes circle round and round and over the pond at a considerable height, from which they could easily see to other ponds and the river, like black motes in the sky; and, when I thought they had gone off thither long since, they would settle down by a slanting flight of a quarter of a mile on to a distant part which was left free; but what beside safety they got by sailing in the middle of Walden I do not know, unless they love its water for the same reason that I do.
Though completely waterlogged and almost as heavy as lead, they not only burned long, but made a very hot fire; nay, I thought that they burned better for the soaking, as if the pitch, being confined by the water, burned longer, as in a lamp.
We thought it was far south over the woods--we who had run to fires before--barn, shop, or dwelling-house, or all together.
At first we thought to throw a frog-pond on to it; but concluded to let it burn, it was so far gone and so worthless.
With his hospitable intellect he embraces children, beggars, insane, and scholars, and entertains the thought of all, adding to it commonly some breadth and elegance.
Having each some shingles of thought well dried, we sat and whittled them, trying our knives, and admiring the clear yellowish grain of the pumpkin pine.
We waded so gently and reverently, or we pulled together so smoothly, that the fishes of thought were not scared from the stream, nor feared any angler on the bank, but came and went grandly, like the clouds which float through the western sky, and the mother-o'-pearl flocks which sometimes form and dissolve there.
While men believe in the infinite some ponds will be thought to be bottomless.
A factory-owner, hearing what depth I had found, thought that it could not be true, for, judging from his acquaintance with dams, sand would not lie at so steep an angle.
They also showed me in another place what they thought was a "leach-hole," through which the pond leaked out under a hill into a neighboring meadow, pushing me out on a cake of ice to see it.
But presently the traveller's horse sank in up to the girths, and he observed to the boy, "I thought you said that this bog had a hard bottom."
I thought that there was no need of ice to freeze them.
They talked to me of the age of the wine and the fame of the vintage; but I thought of an older, a newer, and purer wine, of a more glorious vintage, which they had not got, and could not buy.
It is not a man's duty, as a matter of course, to devote himself to the eradication of any, even the most enormous wrong; he may still properly have other concerns to engage him; but it is his duty, at least, to wash his hands of it, and, if he gives it no thought longer, not to give it practically his support.
If a man is thought-free, fancy-free, imagination-free, that which is not never for a long time appearing to be to him, unwise rulers or reformers cannot fatally interrupt him.
"Have you never thought of marrying your prodigal son Anatole?" she asked.
"I should like to go to Kuragin's," thought he.
"Why is it so long?" thought Pierre.
The visitor, compelled to look on at this family scene, thought it necessary to take some part in it.
Just fancy!" said the countess with a gentle smile, looking at Boris and went on, evidently concerned with a thought that always occupied her: "Now you see if I were to be severe with her and to forbid it... goodness knows what they might be up to on the sly" (she meant that they would be kissing), "but as it is, I know every word she utters.
"Oh, how nice," thought Natasha; and when Sonya and Nicholas had gone out of the conservatory she followed and called Boris to her.
"So it does," thought Pierre.
As soon as they saw Pierre and his companion they became silent, and Pierre thought he saw the princess hide something as she whispered:
"She flatters me," thought the princess, turning away and continuing to read.
Our dear Emperor has left Petersburg and it is thought intends to expose his precious person to the chances of war.
It was plain that she was following a train of thought independent of her sister-in-law's words.
Princess Mary did not listen to the end, but continuing her train of thought turned to her sister-in-law with a tender glance at her figure.
While you and I never thought much of him.
I thought you were in your room, she said, for some reason blushing and dropping her eyes.
Involuntarily he felt a joyful agitation at the thought of the humiliation of arrogant Austria and that in a week's time he might, perhaps, see and take part in the first Russian encounter with the French since Suvorov met them.
The nervous irritation aroused by the appearance of Mack, the news of his defeat, and the thought of what lay before the Russian army found vent in anger at Zherkov's untimely jest.
What a horse he will be! he thought with a smile, and holding up his saber, his spurs jingling, he ran up the steps of the porch.
"Well there certainly are disgusting people," thought Rostov as he entered.
"No, if I hadn't thought of it being a treasure," said Rostov, "but I remember putting it there."
Denisov paused, thought a moment, and, evidently understanding what Rostov hinted at, seized his arm.
Next he thought that his enemy would send the squadron on a desperate attack just to punish him--Rostov.
"There, it's just as I thought," said Rostov to himself.
"I should wish for nothing else, nothing, if only I were there," thought Rostov.
"Well, it seems that no one has noticed," thought Rostov.
Recalling his recent impressions, the first thought that came into his mind was that today he had to be presented to the Emperor Francis; he remembered the Minister of War, the polite Austrian adjutant, Bilibin, and last night's conversation.
"Here is our dear Orthodox Russian army," thought Bolkonski, recalling Bilibin's words.
"Yes, he has a right to speak so calmly of those men's death," thought Bolkonski.
"If he is one of the ordinary little staff dandies sent to earn a medal he can get his reward just as well in the rearguard, but if he wishes to stay with me, let him... he'll be of use here if he's a brave officer," thought Bagration.
"Why," thought Prince Andrew, "that's the captain who stood up in the sutler's hut without his boots."
Here it is! thought Prince Andrew, feeling the blood rush to his heart.
"What is this?" thought Prince Andrew approaching the crowd of soldiers.
"If only they would be quick!" thought Rostov, feeling that at last the time had come to experience the joy of an attack of which he had so often heard from his fellow hussars.
"Oh, how I will slash at him!" thought Rostov, gripping the hilt of his saber.
"Let anyone come my way now," thought Rostov driving his spurs into Rook and letting him go at a full gallop so that he outstripped the others.
"Ah, here are people coming," he thought joyfully, seeing some men running toward him.
Who are these men? thought Rostov, scarcely believing his eyes.
A shudder of terror went through him: "No, better not look," he thought, but having reached the bushes he glanced round once more.
"No, there's some mistake," thought he.
Owing to the terrible uproar and the necessity for concentration and activity, Tushin did not experience the slightest unpleasant sense of fear, and the thought that he might be killed or badly wounded never occurred to him.
Though he thought of everything, considered everything, and did everything the best of officers could do in his position, he was in a state akin to feverish delirium or drunkenness.
"Why are they down on me?" thought Tushin, looking in alarm at his superior.
But the mere thought of being afraid roused him again.
"I cannot be afraid," thought he, and dismounted slowly among the guns.
When I saw, your excellency, that their first battalion was disorganized, I stopped in the road and thought: 'I'll let them come on and will meet them with the fire of the whole battalion'--and that's what I did.
And when will all this end? thought Rostov, looking at the changing shadows before him.
"Nobody wants me!" thought Rostov.
Prince Vasili was not a man who deliberately thought out his plans.
When he read that sentence, Pierre felt for the first time that some link which other people recognized had grown up between himself and Helene, and that thought both alarmed him, as if some obligation were being imposed on him which he could not fulfill, and pleased him as an entertaining supposition.
If he ever thought of Helene, it was just of her beauty and her remarkable skill in appearing silently dignified in society.
Why did this thought never occur to me before? and again he told himself that it was impossible, that there would be something unnatural, and as it seemed to him dishonorable, in this marriage.
"Youth, frivolity... well, God be with him," thought he, relishing his own goodness of heart, "but it must be brought to a head.
Pierre knew that everyone was waiting for him to say a word and cross a certain line, and he knew that sooner or later he would step across it, but an incomprehensible terror seized him at the thought of that dreadful step.
"And what nonsense all this is that I am saying!" thought a diplomatist, glancing at the happy faces of the lovers.
I do not know, but it will certainly happen! thought Pierre, glancing at those dazzling shoulders close to his eyes.
"Well, what of it, if you all know it?" thought Pierre.
"How can one talk or think of such trifles?" thought Pierre.
"The step must be taken but I cannot, I cannot!" thought Pierre, and he again began speaking about indifferent matters, about Sergey Kuzmich, asking what the point of the story was as he had not heard it properly.
"Something special is always said in such cases," he thought, but could not remember what it was that people say.
"It is too late now, it's done; besides I love her," thought Pierre.
"God be thanked," thought the overseer, "the storm has blown over!"
"You thought!" shouted the prince, his words coming more and more rapidly and indistinctly.
"Thought... Blackguards..." shouted the prince rapidly.
She thought: "If I seem not to notice he will think that I do not sympathize with him; if I seem sad and out of spirits myself, he will say (as he has done before) that I'm in the dumps."
All this might, he thought, turn out very well and amusingly.
That never does any harm, thought Anatole.
The mere thought of her father's look filled her with terror.
It was not the dress, but the face and whole figure of Princess Mary that was not pretty, but neither Mademoiselle Bourienne nor the little princess felt this; they still thought that if a blue ribbon were placed in the hair, the hair combed up, and the blue scarf arranged lower on the best maroon dress, and so on, all would be well.
Perhaps he did not really think this when he met women--even probably he did not, for in general he thought very little--but his looks and manner gave that impression.
"Not at all bad!" he thought, examining her, "not at all bad, that little companion!
"Got herself up like a fool!" he thought, looking irritably at her.
"Now the fun begins," thought Anatole, sitting down with a smile beside the old prince.
"But am I not too cold with him?" thought the princess.
Mademoiselle Bourienne, also roused to great excitement by Anatole's arrival, thought in another way.
"How she loves me!" thought Princess Mary.
Can it be possible? she thought, not daring to look at his face, but still feeling his eyes gazing at her.
"Is he really to be my husband, this stranger who is so kind--yes, kind, that is the chief thing," thought Princess Mary; and fear, which she had seldom experienced, came upon her.
The old prince knew that if he told his daughter she was making a mistake and that Anatole meant to flirt with Mademoiselle Bourienne, Princess Mary's self-esteem would be wounded and his point (not to be parted from her) would be gained, so pacifying himself with this thought, he called Tikhon and began to undress.
"What devil brought them here?" thought he, while Tikhon was putting the nightshirt over his dried-up old body and gray-haired chest.
"My vocation is a different one," thought Princess Mary.
Perhaps I might have done the same!... thought Princess Mary.
"And who is it she takes after?" thought the countess.
Boris, in the accurate way characteristic of him, was building a little pyramid of chessmen with his delicate white fingers while awaiting Berg's move, and watched his opponent's face, evidently thinking about the game as he always thought only of whatever he was engaged on.
"Oh God, what would happen to me if the Emperor spoke to me?" thought Rostov.
"Oh, to die, to die for him," thought Rostov.
"How can the Emperor be undecided?" thought Rostov, but then even this indecision appeared to him majestic and enchanting, like everything else the Tsar did.
"My God, how happy I should be if he ordered me to leap into the fire this instant!" thought Rostov.
Commanded by the Emperor himself they could not fail to vanquish anyone, be it whom it might: so thought Rostov and most of the officers after the review.
He would say a lot of pleasant things, ask you to dinner" ("That would not be bad as regards the unwritten code," thought Boris), "but nothing more would come of it.
Boris was excited by the thought of being so close to the higher powers as he felt himself to be at that moment.
On the way home, Prince Andrew could not refrain from asking Kutuzov, who was sitting silently beside him, what he thought of tomorrow's battle.
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.
Is it possible that on account of court and personal considerations tens of thousands of lives, and my life, my life," he thought, "must be risked?"
And suddenly, at this thought of death, a whole series of most distant, most intimate, memories rose in his imagination: he remembered his last parting from his father and his wife; he remembered the days when he first loved her.
He thought of her pregnancy and felt sorry for her and for himself, and in a nervously emotional and softened mood he went out of the hut in which he was billeted with Nesvitski and began to walk up and down before it.
He even thought something moved on that white spot.
I thought about him too, just opposite Guryev's house...
"Tomorrow very likely I may be sent with some message to the Emperor," thought Rostov.
Let every man be fully imbued with the thought that we must defeat these hirelings of England, inspired by such hatred of our nation!
It was there Prince Andrew thought the fight would concentrate.
He beckoned to one of his white adjutants and asked some question--"Most likely he is asking at what o'clock they started," thought Prince Andrew, watching his old acquaintance with a smile he could not repress as he recalled his reception at Brunn.
My turn has come, thought Prince Andrew, and striking his horse he rode up to Kutuzov.
"Here it is!" thought he, seizing the staff of the standard and hearing with pleasure the whistle of bullets evidently aimed at him.
"What are they about?" thought Prince Andrew as he gazed at them.
My legs are giving way, thought he, and fell on his back.
"How quiet, peaceful, and solemn; not at all as I ran," thought Prince Andrew--"not as we ran, shouting and fighting, not at all as the gunner and the Frenchman with frightened and angry faces struggled for the mop: how differently do those clouds glide across that lofty infinite sky!
"How it will be there I don't know, but all will be well!" thought Rostov.
"Can you imagine it?" and he began describing how the Guards, having taken up their position and seeing troops before them, thought they were Austrians, and all at once discovered from the cannon balls discharged by those troops that they were themselves in the front line and had unexpectedly to go into action.
What does it all mean? thought he.
"What would she feel," thought he, "if she saw me here now on this field with the cannon aimed at me?"
"But it can't be he, alone in the midst of this empty field!" thought Rostov.
"What have I done?" thought he.
"Move on a hundred yards and we are certainly saved, remain here another two minutes and it is certain death," thought each one.
Nobody gave him a look or thought of raising him.
Looking into Napoleon's eyes Prince Andrew thought of the insignificance of greatness, the unimportance of life which no one could understand, and the still greater unimportance of death, the meaning of which no one alive could understand or explain.
Is everyone all right? he thought, stopping for a moment with a sinking heart, and then immediately starting to run along the hall and up the warped steps of the familiar staircase.
Why should he not love her now, and even marry her, Rostov thought, but just now there were so many other pleasures and interests before him!
"Yes, they have taken a wise decision," he thought, "I must remain free."
"Yes, he is very handsome," thought Pierre, "and I know him.
"Yes, he is a bully," thought Pierre, "to kill a man means nothing to him.
When the Emperor's health was drunk, Pierre, lost in thought, did not rise or lift his glass.
'Everyone fears a bear,' he says, 'but when you see one your fear's all gone, and your only thought is not to let him get away!'
"I should perhaps have done the same thing in his place," thought Pierre.
I then thought that I did not understand her.
"It's Andrew!" thought Princess Mary.
"No it can't be, that would be too extraordinary," and at the very moment she thought this, the face and figure of Prince Andrew, in a fur cloak the deep collar of which covered with snow, appeared on the landing where the footman stood with the candle.
"What have they taken a baby in there for?" thought Prince Andrew in the first second.
"They're always in love with someone," he thought of Sonya and Natasha.
"Yes, my Sonya could not have done otherwise!" thought Nicholas.
Rostov had not seen him since his proposal and Sonya's refusal and felt uncomfortable at the thought of how they would meet.
But before he had thought of anything, Dolokhov, looking straight in his face, said slowly and deliberately so that everyone could hear:
With a sinking heart he watched Dolokhov's hands and thought, "Now then, make haste and let me have this card and I'll take my cap and drive home to supper with Denisov, Natasha, and Sonya, and will certainly never touch a card again."
And it's not my fault either," he thought to himself, "I have done nothing wrong.
Such a little while ago I came to this table with the thought of winning a hundred rubles to buy that casket for Mamma's name day and then going home.
I'm lost! thought he.
"Oh, it's terrible to feel oneself so in this man's power," thought Rostov.
"Everything's still the same with them," thought Nicholas, glancing into the drawing room, where he saw Vera and his mother with the old lady.
"And what is she so pleased about?" thought Nicholas, looking at his sister.
"What is this?" thought Nicholas, listening to her with widely opened eyes.
"Oh, this senseless life of ours!" thought Nicholas.
"Ah, it can't be avoided!" thought Nicholas, for the first and last time.
"Vasili Dmitrich, I thank you for the honor," she said, with an embarrassed voice, though it sounded severe to Denisov--"but my daughter is so young, and I thought that, as my son's friend, you would have addressed yourself first to me.
Have you ever thought of your tens of thousands of slaves?
"Can he really be going away leaving me alone without having told me all, and without promising to help me?" thought Pierre, rising with downcast head; and he began to pace the room, glancing occasionally at the Mason.
"Yes, I never thought of it, but I have led a contemptible and profligate life, though I did not like it and did not want to," thought Pierre.
"In the seventh place, try, by the frequent thought of death," the Rhetor said, "to bring yourself to regard it not as a dreaded foe, but as a friend that frees the soul grown weary in the labors of virtue from this distressful life, and leads it to its place of recompense and peace."
"Yes, that must be so," thought Pierre, when after these words the Rhetor went away, leaving him to solitary meditation.
The Emperor of Austria can never have thought of such a thing, it is only the cabinet that says it.
"No, pardon me, I won't go now till the child is better," thought he, going to the door and looking into the nursery.
"Ah yes, and what else did he say that's unpleasant?" thought Prince Andrew, recalling his father's letter.
Suddenly he thought he heard a strange noise through the door.
"All is over," he thought, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He consoled himself with the thought that he fulfilled another of the precepts--that of reforming the human race--and had other virtues--love of his neighbor, and especially generosity.
"How easy it is, how little effort it needs, to do so much good," thought Pierre, "and how little attention we pay to it!"
But as soon as he thought of what he should say, he felt that Prince Andrew with one word, one argument, would upset all his teaching, and he shrank from beginning, afraid of exposing to possible ridicule what to him was precious and sacred.
I myself thought like that, and do you know what saved me?
Rostov lay down again on his bed and thought complacently: "Let him fuss and bustle now, my job's done and I'm lying down--capitally!"
"Where are they off to now?" thought Rostov.
In answer to Rostov's renewed questions, Denisov said, laughing, that he thought he remembered that some other fellow had got mixed up in it, but that it was all nonsense and rubbish, and he did not in the least fear any kind of trial, and that if those scoundrels dared attack him he would give them an answer that they would not easily forget.
That's settled, thought Nicholas.
He is here! thought Rostov, who had unconsciously returned to the house where Alexander lodged.
"I may see him at any moment," thought Rostov.
And even if they did arrest me for being here, what would it matter? thought he, looking at an officer who was entering the house the Emperor occupied.
On hearing this indifferent voice, Rostov grew frightened at what he was doing; the thought of meeting the Emperor at any moment was so fascinating and consequently so alarming that he was ready to run away, but the official who had questioned him opened the door, and Rostov entered.
"Can it be me?" thought Rostov.
Then again he thought of Lazarev rewarded and Denisov punished and unpardoned.
"What is he talking about?" thought Prince Andrew.
"Oh, the spring, I suppose," he thought as he turned round.
"Yes, the oak is right, a thousand times right," thought Prince Andrew.
As if it were on purpose, thought he.
"Yes, here in this forest was that oak with which I agreed," thought Prince Andrew.
"Yes, it is the same oak," thought Prince Andrew, and all at once he was seized by an unreasoning springtime feeling of joy and renewal.
It was clear that he thought it necessary to interest himself in Bolkonski.
Probably Prince Andrew's thought interested him.
During the first weeks of his stay in Petersburg Prince Andrew felt the whole trend of thought he had formed during his life of seclusion quite overshadowed by the trifling cares that engrossed him in that city.
He did nothing, did not even think or find time to think, but only talked, and talked successfully, of what he had thought while in the country.
It was evident that the thought could never occur to him which to Prince Andrew seemed so natural, namely, that it is after all impossible to express all one thinks; and that he had never felt the doubt, "Is not all I think and believe nonsense?"
Pierre respected this class of Brothers to which the elder ones chiefly belonged, including, Pierre thought, Joseph Alexeevich himself, but he did not share their interests.
Even those members who seemed to be on his side understood him in their own way with limitations and alterations he could not agree to, as what he always wanted most was to convey his thought to others just as he himself understood it.
"What a strange antipathy," thought Pierre, "yet I used to like him very much."
I recollected myself and drove away that thought only when I found myself glowing with anger, but I did not sufficiently repent.
And I said, "I should have known you had I met you by chance," and I thought to myself, "Am I telling the truth?"
"You see," said Berg to his comrade, whom he called "friend" only because he knew that everyone has friends, "you see, I have considered it all, and should not marry if I had not thought it all out or if it were in any way unsuitable.
At one time the count thought of giving her the Ryazan estate or of selling a forest, at another time of borrowing money on a note of hand.
"Sonya?" she thought, glancing at that curled-up, sleeping little kitten with her enormous plait of hair.
She was not concerned about the Emperor or any of those great people whom Peronskaya was pointing out--she had but one thought: Is it possible no one will ask me, that I shall not be among the first to dance?
Such as she are rare here, he thought, as Natasha, readjusting a rose that was slipping on her bodice, settled herself beside him.
"How can people be dissatisfied with anything?" thought Natasha.
Next day Prince Andrew thought of the ball, but his mind did not dwell on it long.
That was all he thought about yesterday's ball, and after his morning tea he set to work.
A very simple thought occurred to him: What does it matter to me or to Bitski what the Emperor was pleased to say at the Council?
Speranski related how at the Council that morning a deaf dignitary, when asked his opinion, replied that he thought so too.
She was wearing a dark-blue house dress in which Prince Andrew thought her even prettier than in her ball dress.
In the midst of a phrase he ceased speaking and suddenly felt tears choking him, a thing he had thought impossible for him.
Let the dead bury their dead, but while one has life one must live and be happy! thought he.
Berg, judging by his wife, thought all women weak and foolish.
"This is what comes of knowing how to make acquaintances," thought Berg.
"What's the matter with her?" thought Pierre, glancing at her.
I always thought it....
"If only they would let me end my days as I want to," thought the old man, "then they might do as they please."
The princess never thought of that proud word "justice."
"How is it that no one realizes this?" thought Princess Mary.
Once, when in a room with a lamp dimly lit before the icon Theodosia was talking of her life, the thought that Theodosia alone had found the true path of life suddenly came to Princess Mary with such force that she resolved to become a pilgrim herself.
When Theodosia had gone to sleep Princess Mary thought about this for a long time, and at last made up her mind that, strange as it might seem, she must go on a pilgrimage.
She disclosed this thought to no one but to her confessor, Father Akinfi, the monk, and he approved of her intention.
The countess, who heard at once from the maids what had happened at the lodge, was calmed by the thought that now their affairs would certainly improve, but on the other hand felt anxious as to the effect this excitement might have on her son.
"I knew," thought Nicholas, "that I should never understand anything in this crazy world."
But once the countess called her son and informed him that she had a promissory note from Anna Mikhaylovna for two thousand rubles, and asked him what he thought of doing with it.
"In the first place, Trunila is not a 'dog,' but a harrier," thought Nicholas, and looked sternly at his sister, trying to make her feel the distance that ought to separate them at that moment.
"Only once in my life to get an old wolf, I want only that!" thought he, straining eyes and ears and looking to the left and then to the right and listening to the slightest variation of note in the cries of the dogs.
"No, it can't be!" thought Rostov, taking a deep breath, as a man does at the coming of something long hoped for.
No, it's impossible! thought Nicholas, still shouting with a hoarse voice.
"What's this?" thought Nicholas.
"Yes, she's fast enough," replied Nicholas, and thought: "If only a full-grown hare would cross the field now I'd show you what sort of borzoi she is," and turning to his groom, he said he would give a ruble to anyone who found a hare.
"And suppose they outdo my Milka at once!" he thought as he rode with "Uncle" and Ilagin toward the hare.
Natasha ate of everything and thought she had never seen or eaten such buttermilk cakes, such aromatic jam, such honey-and-nut sweets, or such a chicken anywhere.
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:
It is as if he thought my Bolkonski would not approve of or understand our gaiety.
Where is he now? she thought, and her face suddenly became serious.
Well, you see, first I thought that Rugay, the red hound, was like Uncle, and that if he were a man he would always keep Uncle near him, if not for his riding, then for his manner.
Yes, first I thought that we are driving along and imagining that we are going home, but that heaven knows where we are really going in the darkness, and that we shall arrive and suddenly find that we are not in Otradnoe, but in Fairyland.
"I know, I expect you thought of him," said Nicholas, smiling as Natasha knew by the sound of his voice.
"Rubbish, nonsense, humbug!" exclaimed Nicholas, and he thought: "How charming this Natasha of mine is!
"What a darling this Nicholas of mine is!" thought Natasha.
Then she told him that she knew of a splendid girl and tried to discover what he thought about marriage.
Because Sonya is poor I must not love her," he thought, "must not respond to her faithful, devoted love?
"What can I do with them?" thought Natasha.
"What can I do, where can I go?" thought she, as she went slowly along the passage.
"Yes it was exactly the same," thought Natasha.
That's just how she started and just how she came up smiling timidly when all this happened before," thought Natasha, "and in just the same way I thought there was something lacking in her."
The same faces, the same talk, Papa holding his cup and blowing in the same way! thought Natasha, feeling with horror a sense of repulsion rising up in her for the whole household, because they were always the same.
The thought has come into my mind that I was already tired of it all, and that we must all die.
Sonya, as she listened, thought of the immense difference there was between herself and her friend, and how impossible it was for her to be anything like as bewitching as her cousin.
She thought of Natasha and of her own youth, and of how there was something unnatural and dreadful in this impending marriage of Natasha and Prince Andrew.
"That used to be Sonya," thought he, and looked at her closer and smiled.
"Where are we?" thought he.
"Zakhar is shouting that I should turn to the left, but why to the left?" thought Nicholas.
"I think this used to be Natasha," thought Nicholas, "and that was Madame Schoss, but perhaps it's not, and this Circassian with the mustache I don't know, but I love her."
And if this is really Melyukovka, it is still stranger that we drove heaven knows where and have come to Melyukovka, thought Nicholas.
"What a darling that girl is!" thought he.
The thought that her best days, which she would have employed in loving him, were being vainly wasted, with no advantage to anyone, tormented her incessantly.
It hurt her to think that while she lived only in the thought of him, he was living a real life, seeing new places and new people that interested him.
He ceased keeping a diary, avoided the company of the Brothers, began going to the club again, drank a great deal, and came once more in touch with the bachelor sets, leading such a life that the Countess Helene thought it necessary to speak severely to him about it.
Sometimes he consoled himself with the thought that he was only living this life temporarily; but then he was shocked by the thought of how many, like himself, had entered that life and that club temporarily, with all their teeth and hair, and had only left it when not a single tooth or hair remained.
"Helene, who has never cared for anything but her own body and is one of the stupidest women in the world," thought Pierre, "is regarded by people as the acme of intelligence and refinement, and they pay homage to her.
But I--what is to become of me? thought he.
"Nothing is trivial, and nothing is important, it's all the same--only to save oneself from it as best one can," thought Pierre.
"He is old and feeble, and I dare to condemn him!" she thought at such moments, with a feeling of revulsion against herself.
I have thought it over, and it will be carried out--we must part; so find some place for yourself....
"One would have thought quill drivers enough had sprung up," remarked the old prince.
"It would be a relief," thought she, "if I ventured to confide what I am feeling to someone.
She was by now decidedly plain, but thought herself not merely as good-looking as before but even far more attractive.
Boris began, wishing to sting her; but at that instant the galling thought occurred to him that he might have to leave Moscow without having accomplished his aim, and have vainly wasted his efforts--which was a thing he never allowed to happen.
"I can always arrange so as not to see her often," thought Boris.
She thought her too fashionably dressed, frivolously gay and vain.
Natasha felt offended by the hesitation she had noticed in the anteroom, by her father's nervousness, and by the unnatural manner of the princess who--she thought--was making a favor of receiving her, and so everything displeased her.
She did not like Princess Mary, whom she thought very plain, affected, and dry.
"I couldn't begin talking about him in the presence of that Frenchwoman," thought Natasha.
The same thought was meanwhile tormenting Princess Mary.
"What have I said and what have I done?" thought she, as soon as she was out of the room.
And his eyes--how I see those eyes! thought Natasha.
"And how can Sonya love Nicholas so calmly and quietly and wait so long and so patiently?" thought she, looking at Sonya, who also came in quite ready, with a fan in her hand.
"They are talking about us, about me and him!" thought Natasha.
As she looked and thought, the strangest fancies unexpectedly and disconnectedly passed through her mind: the idea occurred to her of jumping onto the edge of the box and singing the air the actress was singing, then she wished to touch with her fan an old gentleman sitting not far from her, then to lean over to Helene and tickle her.
She even turned so that he should see her profile in what she thought was its most becoming aspect.
Natasha no longer thought this strange.
He did not mind what people thought of him.
And why not enjoy myself? thought Natasha, gazing at Helene with wide-open, wondering eyes.
"Else how could all this have happened?" thought she.
"Well, friends, I have now thought the whole matter over and this is my advice," she began.
All that has happened, and now all is changed, she thought as she sat with the letter she had begun before her.
Only," she thought, "to tell Prince Andrew what has happened or to hide it from him are both equally impossible.
I love him! thought Natasha, reading the letter for the twentieth time and finding some peculiarly deep meaning in each word of it.
So this is the meaning of her excited, resolute, unnatural look the day before yesterday, yesterday, and today, thought Sonya.
"She will run away with him!" thought Sonya.
"Well, anyway," thought Sonya as she stood in the dark passage, "now or never I must prove that I remember the family's goodness to me and that I love Nicholas.
If I don't sleep for three nights I'll not leave this passage and will hold her back by force and will and not let the family be disgraced, thought she.
Eh? repeated Anatole, sincerely perplexed by a thought of the future.
I'm only sorry for her father! thought she, trying to restrain her wrath.
And what can they want with me? thought he as he dressed to go to Marya Dmitrievna's.
"If only Prince Andrew would hurry up and come and marry her!" thought he on his way to the house.
What wouldn't I give to be like him! he thought enviously.
He thought of his wife.
He drove through the town seeking Anatole Kuragin, at the thought of whom now the blood rushed to his heart and he felt a difficulty in breathing.
He thought she would give him her hand as usual; but she, stepping up to him, stopped, breathing heavily, her arms hanging lifelessly just in the pose she used to stand in when she went to the middle of the ballroom to sing, but with quite a different expression of face.
Natasha was evidently dismayed at the thought of what he might think she had meant.
Pierre did not know how to refer to Anatole and flushed at the thought of him--"did you love that bad man?"
The lady who was thought to be most pleasing to the Emperor was invited to act as hostess.
In the figure in which he had to choose two ladies, he whispered to Helene that he meant to choose Countess Potocka who, he thought, had gone out onto the veranda, and glided over the parquet to the door opening into the garden, where, seeing Balashev and the Emperor returning to the veranda, he stood still.
Has he not thought that I may do the same? and he turned inquiringly to Balashev, and evidently this thought turned him back on to the track of his morning's anger, which was still fresh in him.
He doesn't understand, so I must explain it, and he must hear me out, thought the old prince.
He thought not of this pretty child, his son whom he held on his knee, but of himself.
"Then it must be so!" thought Prince Andrew as he drove out of the avenue from the house at Bald Hills.
Everyone was dissatisfied with the general course of affairs in the Russian army, but no one anticipated any danger of invasion of the Russian provinces, and no one thought the war would extend farther than the western, the Polish, provinces.
His mind was occupied by the interests of the center that was conducting a gigantic war, and he was glad to be free for a while from the distraction caused by the thought of Kuragin.
So thought Prince Andrew as he listened to the talking, and he roused himself only when Paulucci called him and everyone was leaving.
If the thought that things looked bad chanced to enter anyone's head, he tried to be as cheerful as befits a good soldier and not to think of the general trend of affairs, but only of the task nearest to hand.
To ride this horse was a pleasure to him, and he thought of the horse, of the morning, of the doctor's wife, but not once of the impending danger.
He thought that I should kill him.
This simple thought could not occur to the doctors (as it cannot occur to a wizard that he is unable to work his charms) because the business of their lives was to cure, and they received money for it and had spent the best years of their lives on that business.
But, above all, that thought was kept out of their minds by the fact that they saw they were really useful, as in fact they were to the whole Rostov family.
She heard, or thought she heard, the names of Kuragin and Bolkonski.
From habit she scrutinized the ladies' dresses, condemned the bearing of a lady standing close by who was not crossing herself properly but in a cramped manner, and again she thought with vexation that she was herself being judged and was judging others, and suddenly, at the sound of the service, she felt horrified at her own vileness, horrified that the former purity of her soul was again lost to her.
When they prayed for the warriors, she thought of her brother and Denisov.
She included among her enemies the creditors and all who had business dealings with her father, and always at the thought of enemies and those who hated her she remembered Anatole who had done her so much harm--and though he did not hate her she gladly prayed for him as for an enemy.
One of the generals who drove past was an acquaintance of the Rostovs', and Petya thought of asking his help, but came to the conclusion that that would not be a manly thing to do.
"So this is what the Emperor is!" thought Petya.
Petya no longer thought of presenting his petition.
He sat on his elevation--the pedestal of the cannon--still agitated as before by the thought of the Emperor and by his love for him.
(He was well acquainted with the senator, but thought it necessary on this occasion to address him formally.)
Others in that heat and crush racked their brains to find some thought and hastened to utter it.
In August he was at Smolensk and thought only of how to advance farther, though as we now see that advance was evidently ruinous to him.
Dessalles looked in amazement at the prince, who was talking of the Niemen when the enemy was already at the Dnieper, but Princess Mary, forgetting the geographical position of the Niemen, thought that what her father was saying was correct.
He sat down, sank into thought, closed his eyes, and dozed off.
"Well, at last I've finished, now I'll rest," thought the prince, and let Tikhon undress him.
"Flesh, bodies, cannon fodder!" he thought, and he looked at his own naked body and shuddered, not from cold but from a sense of disgust and horror he did not himself understand, aroused by the sight of that immense number of bodies splashing about in the dirty pond.
The doctor said this restlessness did not mean anything and was due to physical causes; but Princess Mary thought he wished to tell her something, and the fact that her presence always increased his restlessness confirmed her opinion.
"And I was wishing for his death!" thought Princess Mary.
She thought he was speaking of Russia, or Prince Andrew, of herself, of his grandson, or of his own death, and so she could not guess his words.
She could understand nothing, think of nothing and feel nothing, except passionate love for her father, love such as she thought she had never felt till that moment.
Involuntarily she thought their thoughts and felt their feelings.
She thought only of one thing, her sorrow, which, after the break caused by cares for the present, seemed already to belong to the past.
What gentleness and nobility there are in her features and expression! thought he as he looked at her and listened to her timid story.
"Well, supposing I do love him?" thought Princess Mary.
This memory carried him sadly and sweetly back to those painful feelings of which he had not thought lately, but which still found place in his soul.
And above all," thought Prince Andrew, "one believes in him because he's Russian, despite the novel by Genlis and the French proverbs, and because his voice shook when he said: 'What they have brought us to!' and had a sob in it when he said he would 'make them eat horseflesh!'"
And by some latent sequence of thought the descent of the Mozhaysk hill, the carts with the wounded, the ringing bells, the slanting rays of the sun, and the songs of the cavalrymen vividly recurred to his mind.
Strange! thought Pierre, continuing his way to Tatarinova.
On seeing these peasants, who were evidently still amused by the novelty of their position as soldiers, Pierre once more thought of the wounded men at Mozhaysk and understood what the soldier had meant when he said: "They want the whole nation to fall on them."
"I must ask someone who knows," he thought, and addressed an officer who was looking with curiosity at his huge unmilitary figure.
When my father built Bald Hills he thought the place was his: his land, his air, his peasants.
He had no thought of betraying us, he tried to do the best he could, he thought out everything, and that is why he is unsuitable.
Along that line of thought such a deduction is indubitable, as indubitable as the deduction Voltaire made in jest (without knowing what he was jesting at) when he saw that the Massacre of St. Bartholomew was due to Charles IX's stomach being deranged.
"I'll go there too, I too!" thought Pierre, and followed the general.
On the contrary, just because he happened to be there he thought it one of the least significant parts of the field.
"Reinforcements!" thought Napoleon to himself.
He thought of nothing.
"Here it comes... this one is coming our way again!" he thought, listening to an approaching whistle in the hidden region of smoke.
He thought this, and at the same time remembered that people were looking at him.
"But isn't it all the same now?" thought he.
Yes, that man is somehow closely and painfully connected with me, thought Prince Andrew, not yet clearly grasping what he saw before him.
This day the horrible appearance of the battlefield overcame that strength of mind which he thought constituted his merit and his greatness.
Even before he gave that order the thing he did not desire, and for which he gave the order only because he thought it was expected of him, was being done.
By evening this thought had ripened in every soul.
He was convinced that he alone could maintain command of the army in these difficult circumstances, and that in all the world he alone could encounter the invincible Napoleon without fear, and he was horrified at the thought of the order he had to issue.
It was thought of long ago.
As a true friend, I have thought and thought again about your affair.
She would like to be married to all three at the same time, thought he.
"Yes, she is right," thought the old princess, all her convictions dissipated by the appearance of His Highness.
Pierre sat down by the fire and began eating the mash, as they called the food in the cauldron, and he thought it more delicious than any food he had ever tasted.
"I ought to give them something!" he thought, and felt in his pocket.
"Thank God, there is no more of that!" he thought, covering up his head again.
But they... they were steady and calm all the time, to the end... thought he.
"To be a soldier, just a soldier!" thought Pierre as he fell asleep, "to enter communal life completely, to be imbued by what makes them what they are.
But he died! thought Pierre.
"It is dawn," thought Pierre.
The thought that both her sons were at the war, had both gone from under her wing, that today or tomorrow either or both of them might be killed like the three sons of one of her acquaintances, struck her that summer for the first time with cruel clearness.
So thought the major-domo on his master's behalf.
"The ways of God are past finding out!" she thought, feeling that the Almighty Hand, hitherto unseen, was becoming manifest in all that was now taking place.
Pierre, evidently engrossed in thought, could not at first understand him.
"A town captured by the enemy is like a maid who has lost her honor," thought he (he had said so to Tuchkov at Smolensk).
In what light must I appear to them! thought he, thinking of his troops.
Not only did it seem to him (as to all administrators) that he controlled the external actions of Moscow's inhabitants, but he also thought he controlled their mental attitude by means of his broadsheets and posters, written in a coarse tone which the people despise in their own class and do not understand from those in authority.
This is what they have done with me! thought he, full of an irrepressible fury that welled up within him against the someone to whom what was happening might be attributed.
"Here is that mob, the dregs of the people," he thought as he gazed at the crowd: "this rabble they have roused by their folly!
And this thought occurred to him just because he himself desired a victim, something on which to vent his rage.
The thought which tranquillized Rostopchin was not a new one.
"Vereshchagin was tried and condemned to death," thought Rostopchin (though the Senate had only condemned Vereshchagin to hard labor), "he was a traitor and a spy.
The mob, the traitor... the public welfare, thought he.
All around the quarters occupied by the French were other regions still unexplored and unoccupied where, they thought, yet greater riches might be found.
He did not know how or when this thought had taken such possession of him, but he remembered nothing of the past, understood nothing of the present, and all he saw and heard appeared to him like a dream.
Pierre knew this, but instead of acting he only thought about his undertaking, going over its minutest details in his mind.
'It is not I but the hand of Providence that punishes thee,' I shall say, thought he, imagining what he would say when killing Napoleon.
When the French officer went into the room with Pierre the latter again thought it his duty to assure him that he was not French and wished to go away, but the officer would not hear of it.
I won't say another word to him, thought Pierre.
He thought this, but still sat in the same place.
Whether it was the wine he had drunk, or an impulse of frankness, or the thought that this man did not, and never would, know any of those who played a part in his story, or whether it was all these things together, something loosened Pierre's tongue.
"There now, how good it is, what more does one need?" thought he.
"By the Lord Jesus Christ, I thought we had put something under him!" said the valet.
"Yes, a new happiness was revealed to me of which man cannot be deprived," he thought as he lay in the semidarkness of the quiet hut, gazing fixedly before him with feverish wide open eyes.
"But perhaps that's my shirt on the table," he thought, "and that's my legs, and that is the door, but why is it always stretching and drawing itself out, and 'piti-piti-piti' and 'ti-ti' and 'piti-piti-piti'...?
"Yes--love," he thought again quite clearly.
"Oh, how oppressive this continual delirium is," thought Prince Andrew, trying to drive that face from his imagination.
Prince Andrew wished to return to that former world of pure thought, but he could not, and delirium drew him back into its domain.
Though with the intimacy now established between the wounded man and Natasha the thought occurred that should he recover their former engagement would be renewed, no one--least of all Natasha and Prince Andrew--spoke of this: the unsettled question of life and death, which hung not only over Bolkonski but over all Russia, shut out all other considerations.
"It may turn out very well," he thought, "but if not, they'll know how to arrange matters."
In Petersburg and in the provinces at a distance from Moscow, ladies, and gentlemen in militia uniforms, wept for Russia and its ancient capital and talked of self-sacrifice and so on; but in the army which retired beyond Moscow there was little talk or thought of Moscow, and when they caught sight of its burned ruins no one swore to be avenged on the French, but they thought about their next pay, their next quarters, of Matreshka the vivandiere, and like matters.
She was agitated and incessantly tortured by the thought of the dangers to which her brother, the only intimate person now remaining to her, was exposed.
The day after her party the governor's wife came to see Malvintseva and, after discussing her plan with the aunt, remarked that though under present circumstances a formal betrothal was, of course, not to be thought of, all the same the young people might be brought together and could get to know one another.
During the two days that elapsed before Rostov called, Princess Mary continually thought of how she ought to behave to him.
And above all, what tact and grace! thought Mademoiselle Bourienne.
Nicholas blushed and was confused when people spoke to him about the princess (as she did when he was mentioned) and even when he thought of her, but in her presence he felt quite at ease, and said not at all what he had prepared, but what, quite appropriately, occurred to him at the moment.
After meeting Princess Mary, though the course of his life went on externally as before, all his former amusements lost their charm for him and he often thought about her.
But he never thought about her as he had thought of all the young ladies without exception whom he had met in society, nor as he had for a long time, and at one time rapturously, thought about Sonya.
She was right," he thought, remembering what the governor's wife had said: "Nothing but misfortune can come of marrying Sonya.
Sonya's letter written from Troitsa, which had come as an answer to Nicholas' prayer, was prompted by this: the thought of getting Nicholas married to an heiress occupied the old countess' mind more and more.
"Yes, yes, it really was pink!" cried Natasha, who now thought she too remembered the word pink being used, and saw in this the most extraordinary and mysterious part of the prediction.
The only thought in his mind at that time was: who was it that had really sentenced him to death?
Pierre thought he had never eaten anything that tasted better.
"Well, lad," and a smile changed the tone of his voice "we thought it was a misfortune but it turned out a blessing!
He liked to talk and he talked well, adorning his speech with terms of endearment and with folk sayings which Pierre thought he invented himself, but the chief charm of his talk lay in the fact that the commonest events--sometimes just such as Pierre had witnessed without taking notice of them--assumed in Karataev's a character of solemn fitness.
Not by a single word had Nicholas alluded to the fact that Prince Andrew's relations with Natasha might, if he recovered, be renewed, but Princess Mary saw by his face that he knew and thought of this.
As always happens when traveling, Princess Mary thought only of the journey itself, forgetting its object.
"Then he is alive," thought Princess Mary, and asked in a low voice: "How is he?"
It was plain that at that moment there was in Natasha's heart no thought of herself or of her own relations with Prince Andrew.
When Princess Mary began to cry, he understood that she was crying at the thought that little Nicholas would be left without a father.
"Ah, she has come!" thought he.
"Can it or can it not be?" he now thought as he looked at her and listened to the light click of the steel needles.
At the council at Fili the prevailing thought in the minds of the Russian commanders was the one naturally suggesting itself, namely, a direct retreat by the Nizhni road.
Having crossed over, by a forced march, to the Tula road beyond the Pakhra, the Russian commanders intended to remain at Podolsk and had no thought of the Tarutino position; but innumerable circumstances and the reappearance of French troops who had for a time lost touch with the Russians, and projects of giving battle, and above all the abundance of provisions in Kaluga province, obliged our army to turn still more to the south and to cross from the Tula to the Kaluga road and go to Tarutino, which was between the roads along which those supplies lay.
What a nuisance it is! thought the officer, and he rode round the whole camp.
"It may be a mistake," thought the old commander-in-chief.
"And all that is me, all that is within me, and it is all I!" thought Pierre.
The lesson of the Tarutino battle and of the day before it, which Kutuzov remembered with pain, must, he thought, have some effect on others too.
Patience and time are my warriors, my champions, thought Kutuzov.
Continual maneuvers, continual advances! thought he.
It seems to them that when they have thought of two or three contingencies" (he remembered the general plan sent him from Petersburg) "they have foreseen everything.
The longer he thought the more contingencies presented themselves.
He thought too of the possibility (which he feared most of all) that Napoleon might fight him with his own weapon and remain in Moscow awaiting him.
They were so near that they thought they were the cause of the firing and shouting.
What a wogue--it's just as I thought, said Denisov to the esaul.
"I might ask," he thought, "but they'll say: 'He's a boy himself and so he pities the boy.'
"Oh, what can I do for him?" he thought, and opening the door he let the boy pass in first.
"If grown-up, distinguished men think so, it must be necessary and right," thought he.
None of them knew anything, and Petya thought the officers were beginning to look at him and Dolokhov with hostility and suspicion.
"Well, now he'll come away," Petya thought every moment as he stood by the campfire listening to the talk.
"Will they bring our horses or not?" thought Petya, instinctively drawing nearer to Dolokhov.
Petya was as musical as Natasha and more so than Nicholas, but had never learned music or thought about it, and so the melody that unexpectedly came to his mind seemed to him particularly fresh and attractive.
After the second day's march Pierre, having examined his feet by the campfire, thought it would be impossible to walk on them; but when everybody got up he went along, limping, and, when he had warmed up, walked without feeling the pain, though at night his feet were more terrible to look at than before.
However, he did not look at them now, but thought of other things.
Why is it howling? thought Pierre.
"How simple and clear it is," thought Pierre.
Beyond Smolensk there were several different roads available for the French, and one would have thought that during their stay of four days they might have learned where the enemy was, might have arranged some more advantageous plan and undertaken something new.
So one might have thought that regarding this period of the campaign the historians, who attributed the actions of the mass to the will of one man, would have found it impossible to make the story of the retreat fit their theory.
It was impossible first because--as experience shows that a three-mile movement of columns on a battlefield never coincides with the plans--the probability of Chichagov, Kutuzov, and Wittgenstein effecting a junction on time at an appointed place was so remote as to be tantamount to impossibility, as in fact thought Kutuzov, who when he received the plan remarked that diversions planned over great distances do not yield the desired results.
Princess Mary asked the countess to let Natasha go with her to Moscow, and both parents gladly accepted this offer, for they saw their daughter losing strength every day and thought that a change of scene and the advice of Moscow doctors would be good for her.
And that other side of life, of which she had never before thought and which had formerly seemed to her so far away and improbable, was now nearer and more akin and more comprehensible than this side of life, where everything was either emptiness and desolation or suffering and indignity.
How does it hurt him? thought Natasha.
He thought it would be dreadful for me.
I thought quite differently.
They just live their own old, quiet, and commonplace life, thought Natasha.
She thought her life was ended, but her love for her mother unexpectedly showed her that the essence of life--love--was still active within her.
"Is she like him?" thought Natasha.
"Yes, he is a very, very kind man when he is not under the influence of bad people but of people such as myself," thought she.
He had heard that the Rostovs were at Kostroma but the thought of Natasha seldom occurred to him.
Is it possible that the meaning of life was not disclosed to him before he died? thought Pierre.
"This must be one of her companions," he thought, glancing at the lady in the black dress.
"No, it's only the unexpectedness of it," thought Pierre.
The thought alone of what awaits...
She saw the possibility of love and happiness between Natasha and Pierre, and the first thought of this filled her heart with gladness.
What a good fellow he is and how attentive, and how he remembers everything," he thought, looking at Savelich's old face, "and what a pleasant smile he has!"
"How easy he thinks it," thought Pierre.
"No, she either doesn't understand or is pretending," thought Pierre.
"How kind they all are," thought Pierre.
"And this man too," thought Pierre, looking into the face of the Chief of Police.
A joyful, unexpected frenzy, of which he had thought himself incapable, possessed him.
"I may have appeared strange and queer then," he thought, "but I was not so mad as I seemed.
"Can she have loved my brother so little as to be able to forget him so soon?" she thought when she reflected on the change.
She can't help it, thought the princess.
Remembering her friendly relations with all the Rostovs which had made her almost a member of the family, she thought it her duty to go to see them.
"I thought you would allow me to tell you this," she said.
"I had come so near to you... and to all your family that I thought you would not consider my sympathy misplaced, but I was mistaken," and suddenly her voice trembled.
He did not concern himself with the interests of his own class, and consequently some thought him proud and others thought him stupid.
"Then I'm not mistaken," thought Countess Mary.
"That's always the way," thought Countess Mary.
She sat down and played with them a little, but the thought of her husband and his unreasonable crossness worried her.
A thought had occurred to him and so it belonged to her also.
It very often happened that in a moment of irritation husband and wife would have a dispute, but long afterwards Pierre to his surprise and delight would find in his wife's ideas and actions the very thought against which she had argued, but divested of everything superfluous that in the excitement of the dispute he had added when expressing his opinion.
But the father whom the boy did not remember appeared to him a divinity who could not be pictured, and of whom he never thought without a swelling heart and tears of sadness and rapture.
And so he thought it necessary to take an interest in these things and to question Pierre.
Perhaps it need not be done so pedantically, thought Nicholas, or even done at all, but this untiring, continual spiritual effort of which the sole aim was the children's moral welfare delighted him.
She thought of her nephew.
What will become of us if she dies, as I always fear when her face is like that? thought he, and placing himself before the icon he began to say his evening prayers.
Natasha knew why he mentioned Mitya's likeness to Nicholas: the recollection of his dispute with his brother-in-law was unpleasant and he wanted to know what Natasha thought of it.
When I am taken up by a thought, all else is mere amusement.
I'm sure he thought he was hiding.
"He is good and kind and I am fond of him!" he thought of Dessalles.
When Carmen's father died, she thought she was alone in the world, yet all these people had been there for her.
I thought maybe by now you would have adjusted.
If God thought it was wrong, nothing we could have done would have been successful.
The answer came swiftly - because she no longer thought of him as adopted.
But I thought when people got married...
I thought you needed to sleep longer because you were working so hard getting ready.
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.
I think she was merely directing the comment at you because she thought you might want to know.
I just thought it was because he was so good looking.
Felipa stared at the wall, deep in thought for a few minutes.
"I thought I remembered you telling me that," he said, sitting down on the bed.
If he thought Alex was warming to him, he saw more than she did.
For a minute there, I thought I was getting forgetful.
It wasn't something she had considered before, but another thought followed his.
For a minute there I thought you were going to bolt and run.
I've never thought about it before.
I thought maybe I wasn't high society material.
I never thought of him as being anything else but a salesman until I saw him tonight, but he seems so... comfortable now.
Even as she thought it, she knew her anger had nothing to do with their heritage.
"I thought he was going to beat you to me again," "Who?" he asked again.
I thought it would be better if I slept here.
She would have thought Dulce adored her father, but obviously not.
Maybe she thought it was funny.
You know, I just thought of something.
And then another thought struck her.
"I thought you might need these," she said, handing the rag to Carmen and setting the box of tissues on a small table beside her.
Was that the way Morino thought of it?
"But you thought you should defend me," he said in a calculating tone.
I thought your point was that I was trying to protect you.
Carmen thought that might be the end of the conflict.
Well, she must have thought it was something.
He probably thought that she married Alex to realize her dream.
Her face flamed as she thought of how it must have looked to Morino.
Swiftly behind that thought came another.
Dulce turned, and for a moment Carmen thought she might strike her.
She dropped to her pillow, wondering if she was the only one who thought their exchange across the living room ended the quarrel.
That thought ushered in another.
No wonder he thought she didn't want to be burdened with the details.
I thought maybe we could get a van, but I didn't know if we could afford it.
Still, as a child she had never thought about it.
I thought you had finally accepted that the money belonged to both of you.
Actually, I would have thought it was a lot more - but then, he did pay cash for the house and clinic.
Of course, he thought she was giving him a signal.
Whatever grew on that tree was thought to be a gift from heaven, more especially the mistletoe.
I thought that was the best way to carry her.
Dorothy thought he just wiggled one of his drooping ears, but that was all.
The others picked themselves up from the ground one by one and quickly rejoined their fellows, so for a moment the horse thought he had won the fight with ease.
Then, after a moment's thought, she asked: Are we friends or enemies?
At first the piglet stuck in the neck of the vase and I thought I should get him, after all, but he wriggled himself through and fell down into the deep bottom part--and I suppose he's there yet.
You faced what you thought was a great danger, and you were not afraid.
It was a good place for a fly, and I never thought of spoiling your picture.
Then the master thought of a plan.
They thought more of hunting and fighting than of learning.
No one would have thought that a child like you had gold about him.
He thought how pleasant it would be to visit strange countries and see strange peoples.
"Oh, I have thought of that," said Robert.
"It was this way," said the gardener: "I looked at the gold pieces, and then thought of my own great necessities.
I thought of the big fire in the queen's kitchen, and knew that the cook would never allow a half-drowned child to be carried into that fine place.
Then I thought of our own warm little house, and how snug we could make him until he came to his senses again.
You would have thought this was crazy.
However, I often have thought that a second sentence should follow: "Also, those who do know history are doomed to repeat it."
It is thought to have had its apex in Italy—in Venice, Florence, and Rome.
I can't really remember what won, though at the time, I thought it all very forward looking and exciting.
Up until now, we have thought of the Internet as a place to store information, and we have depended upon search engines to help us find it.
Two hundred years later, William Rutherford thought he had calculated it to 208 digits but only got the first 152 correct, so we will give him credit that far.
It is a profound thought and, I believe, an irrefutable one.
Whether it is the notion of manufacturing meat or having the computer tell you what you should order at the restaurant, you may have cringed and thought, "Man, that's kind of creepy."
Hold that thought, as we will return to it.
As troubling as this thought is, equally troubling would be the response of the country so attacked.
When confronted with any thorny societal problem, I apply the same basic thought process I used on the five topics of this book.
The mere thought filled me with terror.
I thought they desired the freedom of their fellow men as well as their own.
After I had recovered from my first experience in the water, I thought it great fun to sit on a big rock in my bathing-suit and feel wave after wave dash against the rock, sending up a shower of spray which quite covered me.
The tang of the untainted, fresh and free sea air was like a cool, quieting thought, and the shells and pebbles and the seaweed with tiny living creatures attached to it never lost their fascination for me.
I felt of him and thought it very strange that he should carry his house on his back.
"My little sister will understand me now," was a thought stronger than all obstacles.
At that time I eagerly absorbed everything I read without a thought of authorship, and even now I cannot be quite sure of the boundary line between my ideas and those I find in books.
I thought I might just as well describe my pet in order to know it--order, vertebrate; division, quadruped; class, mammalia; genus, felinus; species, cat; individual, Tabby.
Mr. Gilman spelled to me what I had written, and I made such changes as I thought necessary, and he inserted them.
The signs, which I had so lately learned, and which I thought I knew, perplexed me.
But college is not the universal Athens I thought it was.
They fly hither and thither in my thought like blind birds beating the air with ineffectual wings.
This thought pervades all German literature and is mystically expressed in Goethe's "Faust":
As my finger tips trace line and curve, they discover the thought and emotion which the artist has portrayed.
My spirit could not reach up to his, but he gave me a real sense of joy in life, and I never left him without carrying away a fine thought that grew in beauty and depth of meaning as I grew.
They live a gay life, flitting from flower to flower, sipping the drops of honeydew, without a thought for the morrow.
Teacher said yesterday, that perhaps Mrs. Spaulding would be willing to let us have her beautiful house, and [I] thought I would ask you about it.
I thought her beauty angellic, and oh, what a clear, beautiful voice she had!
I discovered many a site for a house not likely to be soon improved, which some might have thought too far from the village, but to my eyes the village was too far from it.
It can spend money enough on such things as farmers and traders value, but it is thought Utopian to propose spending money for things which more intelligent men know to be of far more worth.
If you told him that such a one was coming, he did as if he thought that anything so grand would expect nothing of himself, but take all the responsibility on itself, and let him be forgotten still.
If an ox were his property, and he wished to get needles and thread at the store, he thought it would be inconvenient and impossible soon to go on mortgaging some portion of the creature each time to that amount.
Pierre again covered his eyes and thought he would never open them again.
"Let him look for me," thought she.
Though the peasants paid quitrent, Alpatych thought no difficulty would be made about complying with this order, for there were two hundred and thirty households at work in Bogucharovo and the peasants were well to do.
I thought he had been killed.
But she could not pacify herself with these reflections; a feeling akin to remorse troubled her when she thought of her visit.
I just thought it would be fun for the man to tell the wife this for once.
At the time she had thought Dulce was annoyed because she didn't like the punch.
Oh, so you immediately thought of Señor Medena.
I did and I thought he was going to bite my head off.
I always thought that was funny.
Finally, I invented a new Adjustable Post-hole, which I thought would make my fortune.
"And thought you were respectable!" said another.
This mollified Jim a little, and after some thought the green maiden decided to give the cab-horse a room in the palace, such a big building having many rooms that were seldom in use.
In the forest he would be thought ungainly, because his face is stretched out and his neck is uselessly long.
If he thought to frighten the striped beast by such language he was mistaken.
I thought you were stuffed.
"It's lucky we got here, though," said the boy; and Jim thought of the dark cave, and agreed with him.
Then he thought what a pretty picture might be made of his sister's sweet face and little hands.
He thought of the number of times that he himself had been a coward.
He thought how grand it would be to sail and sail on the wide blue sea.
He thought that a wonderful light was shining around him.
But for now, I want to leave you with a preposterous thought: In the future, a new Mercedes Benz will cost just $50.
The thought that what I wrote might not be absolutely my own tormented me.
"What will happen now?" thought she.
Of the war Princess Mary thought as women do think about wars.
Pierre was so deep in thought that he did not hear the question.
If he thought everything was normal, then it probably was.
Yet Yancey had been frightened at the very thought of it.
That was why the people were so glad to see you, and why they thought from your initials that you were their rightful ruler.
Some of them thought that "Home" was a good subject.
They looked, as they thought, in every place where the lambs might have taken shelter.
In desperation you seize the budget and dump everything out, and there in a corner is your man, serenely brooding on his own private thought, unconscious of the catastrophe which he has brought upon you.
Helen Keller's letters are important, not only as a supplementary story of her life, but as a demonstration of her growth in thought and expression--the growth which in itself has made her distinguished.
When the people saw me come from the sky they naturally thought me some superior creature, and bowed down before me.
Let's do a thought experiment about this.
This thought, if a wordless sensation may be called a thought, made me hop and skip with pleasure.
The doctor thought I could not live.