There are the people who hope the future will be better.
If the people of Boston must fight for their liberty, we will help them.
Then our country will be rid of all its unwelcome visitors.
But if any advised you wrongly, the light will wither him.
One day he will know.
"Will there be any more Rains?" asked the man with the star.
"And when you make a sign she will bring you to her in the Land of Oz?" continued the boy.
When will supper be ready?
The roast will be ready in about 15 minutes.
The rest of us will be along soon.
"How long will it take you to stop my breath?" he asked.
Things will get better.
If two should come out of the sky you might with justice say I was wrong; but unless more than this one appears I will hold that I was right.
"Now," said the little man, "I will create something out of nothing."
"Now," said the Wizard of Oz, "having created something from nothing, I will make something nothing again."
"He will not be a wonderful Wizard long," remarked Gwig.
How will she get here from the airport?
"Mommy will be right here," Carmen said as she gently pulled away.
"We shall throw you three people into the Garden of the Twining Vines," said the Princess, "and they will soon crush you and devour your bodies to make themselves grow bigger.
If they advised you well, and were in the right, they will not be injured in any way.
But never mind; be brave, my friends, and I will go and tell our masters where you are, and get them to come to your rescue.
You are strangers in the Valley of Voe, and do not seem to know our ways; so I will try to save you.
We will get near Jim, so that he can help us, and each one must take some weapon and do the best he can.
That is, if the kitten will show me where they are.
The big dragons are very proud, and don't think children amount to much; but mother says that some day we will all be very powerful and important.
I mean, will you be good to us, or do you intend to eat us?
"Don't hurry," called one of the dragonettes; "mother will be glad to meet you, I'm sure."
And while it may not be perfect, life will be profoundly better for everyone on the planet.
But if my jacket and trousers, my hat and shoes, are fit to worship God in, they will do; will they not?
"Our sovereign the Emperor will be here in a moment," said Rostopchin.
In the end, he will not refuse.
Bettah have another conscwiption... o' ou' men will wetu'n neithah soldiers no' peasants, and we'll get only depwavity fwom them.
The nobility don't gwudge theah lives--evewy one of us will go and bwing in more wecwuits, and the sov'weign" (that was the way he referred to the Emperor) "need only say the word and we'll all die fo' him!" added the orator with animation.
"We will all arise, every one of us will go, for our father the Tsar!" he shouted, rolling his bloodshot eyes.
We are Russians and will not grudge our blood in defense of our faith, the throne, and the Fatherland!
Glinka, the editor of the Russian Messenger, who was recognized (cries of "author! author!" were heard in the crowd), said that "hell must be repulsed by hell," and that he had seen a child smiling at lightning flashes and thunderclaps, but "we will not be that child."
Yes, Moscow will be surrendered!
She will be our expiation! shouted one man.
Millions will pour forth from there"--he pointed to the merchants' hall--"but our business is to supply men and not spare ourselves...
There are always so many conjectures as to the issue of any event that however it may end there will always be people to say: "I said then that it would be so," quite forgetting that amid their innumerable conjectures many were to quite the contrary effect.
Very possibly the theater of war will move so near to us that...
I have said and still say that the theater of war is Poland and the enemy will never get beyond the Niemen.