The voice and words belonged to Josh, and yet he had been dead for more than two years.
A sudden gust of wind circled them and whispered words in her mind.
And yet, didn't clinical words like selective reduction and gestational carrier mask the facts?
Augustine records that this idea blew his mind (or words to that effect).
She chose her words carefully.
The words were spoken softly, but the gun in Davis' hand was convincing.
She read the words aloud and he snorted.
The words were swift and emotional and she had no doubt he spoke the truth.
After you have written three or four words, you can put them together, can you not?
Carmen couldn't make out more than a few words, but one of them was mare.
The words 'on the rebound' came swiftly to her mind.
Marked on it in bold letters were the words "Baby A" and "Baby B".
In spite of what Allen thought, no incriminating words had crossed her lips.
She carefully drew the outline of a truck around the words on the top.
The words of formality trailed off as she stared at the room.
He was right, of course, but his harsh words were like salt on a raw wound.
"I really don't have anything to do but pack," the words spilled out excitedly, "and call Connie so she'll know where I am."
The words sliced through her disguise, stabbing into her heart.
The fear his words invoked must have shown on her face.
Her own words bounced off the wall and came back as a flash of memory and imagination.
At her words, his face paled.
In her words, "Go now so you can be back before dark."
When he finally broke away, the words escaped her mouth.
The words sounded confusing, even to her.
"You'll drive," she minced the words out.
Don't put words in my mouth - or foolish thoughts in your head.
"Don't you come near me," she said, horrified when the words were torn by a sob.
She raised the whip, choking out words through a constricted throat.
Is it necessary to have someone say words over us, when we already know what we want?
His words made too much sense - his body so close to hers was warm and inviting.
There is nothing so terrible that a few words from the Padre can't mend.
The words were curt.
Looking back, her words did sound like a challenge.
But no words came from her mouth as she lay there, mesmerized by his ardent expression.
There you go, putting words in my mouth again.
Her words trailed off at his raised brows.
"Oh, Russ," she forced the words through constricted vocal cords.
Still, his next words were the most gratifying of all.
Words of praise came more easily to his lips, but he still had trouble accepting praise.
The words weren't out of my mouth when we heard his door open and footsteps retreating down the hall.
Those were the last words spoken as I turned out the light.
No words were exchanged until much later, after our naked and robust greeting.
He tried to speak but it took a few moments before the words were understandable.
It seemed to me we were all on edge, especially Howie who, aside from a smile and a few words, stayed out of our limited conversations.
Some of the words are slurred but understandable.
"Those were the first words I ever said," called out the horse, who had overheard them, "and I can't explain why I happened to speak then.
The words of the cold and moist vegetable Prince were not very comforting, and as he spoke them he turned away and left the enclosure.
Hearing these words our friends turned in the direction of the sound, and the Wizard held his lanterns so that their light would flood one of the little pockets in the rock.
She had scarcely spoken the words then she suddenly disappeared from the cave, and with her went the kitten.
Hearing these words Jim resolved to conquer his alarm.
Edward could spell nearly all the words in his primer, and he could read quite well.
"Well," said the teacher, "you can write words, can you not?"
It was a good old Friend, whom everybody loved--a-white-haired, pleasant-faced minister, whose words were always wise.
And the words of the old minister came true.
His little children clung to his knees and spoke loving words to him.
Hardly had they spoken these words when the door opened and Arion himself stood before them.
His words put courage into every heart.
He soon found that his mother's words were true.
Tell the wise man why you bring it, and repeat to him the words of the oracle.
In 2007, Google researchers estimated there were one hundred trillion words on the Internet.
It will build a table of all the words used by people like you who have reviewed those restaurants and will look for San Francisco restaurants described with the same words.
Now we are certainly on the fuzzy edges, a place where words, often fuzzy in their meanings, begin to fail us.
As I was writing these words, my ten-year-old son came in and asked, "What are you doing?"
Was it some kind of rhetorical flourish, just words that sounded good?
He had died by the time I read that passage in one of his books, so I couldn't write him, as is my normal practice when an author's words puzzle me.
We've seen this: If you are running for president of the United States, merely using the words "freeze" and "Social Security" in the same sentence has the retirees of the nation heating up pots of tar and emptying their down pillows.
In other words, food is present, but some cannot afford it.
In other words, civil government steps in to take over roles traditionally provided by private charity only when charities no longer provide the service.
In other words, you might not notice the time you ate the MSG and didn't get the headache.
Slurring her words, she says, I'm, I'm gonna drive.
These nations will play a substantial role in shaping this new English, as they bring grammatical structure, idioms, and nuanced words from their native tongue.
Instead of reading words on a page and trying to imagine a concept, we can see it, as the old expression goes, in Technicolor.
Ambrose replied that he was looking at the words and reading them that way.
Even after my illness I remembered one of the words I had learned in these early months.
I did not know that I was spelling a word or even that words existed; I was simply making my fingers go in monkey-like imitation.
In the days that followed I learned to spell in this uncomprehending way a great many words, among them pin, hat, cup and a few verbs like sit, stand and walk.
I learned a great many new words that day.
I do not remember what they all were; but I do know that mother, father, sister, teacher were among them--words that were to make the world blossom for me, "like Aaron's rod, with flowers."
Her words puzzled me very much because I did not then understand anything unless I touched it.
I smelt the violets in her hand and asked, half in words, half in signs, a question which meant, "Is love the sweetness of flowers?"
If I did not know the words and idioms necessary to express my thoughts she supplied them, even suggesting conversation when I was unable to keep up my end of the dialogue.
As soon as I could spell a few words my teacher gave me slips of cardboard on which were printed words in raised letters.
On the shelf I arranged the words, is, in, wardrobe.
I took my "Reader for Beginners" and hunted for the words I knew; when I found them my joy was like that of a game of hide-and-seek.
It is an unspeakable boon to me to be able to speak in winged words that need no interpretation.
As I talked, happy thoughts fluttered up out of my words that might perhaps have struggled in vain to escape my fingers.
In such cases I was forced to repeat the words or sentences, sometimes for hours, until I felt the proper ring in my own voice.
Words and images came tripping to my finger ends, and as I thought out sentence after sentence, I wrote them on my braille slate.
Now, if words and images come to me without effort, it is a pretty sure sign that they are not the offspring of my own mind, but stray waifs that I regretfully dismiss.
Something I said made her think she detected in my words a confession that I did remember Miss Canby's story of "The Frost Fairies," and she laid her conclusions before Mr. Anagnos, although I had told her most emphatically that she was mistaken.
I have never played with words again for the mere pleasure of the game.
I find in one of them, a letter to Mr. Anagnos, dated September 29, 1891, words and sentiments exactly like those of the book.
It is only after years of this sort of practice that even great men have learned to marshal the legion of words which come thronging through every byway of the mind.
I had a French grammar in raised print, and as I already knew some French, I often amused myself by composing in my head short exercises, using the new words as I came across them, and ignoring rules and other technicalities as much as possible.
I often amused myself by reading Latin passages, picking up words I understood and trying to make sense.
Miss Sullivan sat beside me at my lessons, spelling into my hand whatever Mr. Irons said, and looking up new words for me.
In study hours she had to look up new words for me and read and reread notes and books I did not have in raised print.
Mr. Gilman sat beside me and read the paper through first, then sentence by sentence, while I repeated the words aloud, to make sure that I understood him perfectly.
I had taken to heart the words of the wise Roman who said, "To be banished from Rome is but to live outside of Rome."
The words rush through my hand like hounds in pursuit of a hare which they often miss.
I think that was all; but I read them over and over, until the words were so worn and pressed I could scarcely make them out.
And read I did, whether I understood one word in ten or two words on a page.
The words themselves fascinated me; but I took no conscious account of what I read.
I remember she asked me if I liked little Pearl, and explained some of the words that had puzzled me.
I was familiar with the story of Troy before I read it in the original, and consequently I had little difficulty in making the Greek words surrender their treasures after I had passed the borderland of grammar.
As a child I loved to sit on his knee and clasp his great hand with one of mine, while Miss Sullivan spelled into the other his beautiful words about God and the spiritual world.
In spite of the lapse of years, they seem so close to me that I should not think it strange if at any moment they should clasp my hand and speak words of endearment as they used to before they went away.
He was delighted that I could pronounce the words so well, and said that he had no difficulty in understanding me.
But they spoke many gracious words to me.
Two words are almost illegible, and the angular print slants in every direction.
But soon they learned some Dutch words; but they loved their own language and they did not want little boys and girls to forget it and learn to talk funny Dutch.
She assimilated words and practised with them, sometimes using them intelligently, sometimes repeating them in a parrot-like fashion.
Even when she did not fully understand words or ideas, she liked to set them down as though she did.
It was in this way that she learned to use correctly words of sound and vision which express ideas outside of her experience.
Sometimes she tries to spell very short words on her small [fingers] but she is too young to remember hard words.
She uses words precisely and makes easy, fluent sentences.
I learn many new words, too.
If you read His words, you will see how full His heart is of the love of God.
He loves to climb the bed-posts and unscrew the steam valves much better than to spell, but that is because he does not understand that words would help him to make new and interesting discoveries.
I am very sorry to say that Tommy has not learned any words yet.
Words are the mind's wings, are they not?
Now, dear friend, Please accept these few words because of the love that is linked with them.
I saw the one through which Emperor Dom Pedro listened to the words, "To be, or not to be," at the Centennial.
I only spoke a few words, as I did not know I was expected to speak until a few minutes before I was called upon.
Words are powerless to describe the desolation of that prison-house, or the joy of the soul that is delivered out of its captivity.
Long corrections she wrote out on her typewriter, with catch-words to indicate where they belonged.
Skill in the use of words and her habit of playing with them make her ready with mots and epigrams.
A comparative experience drawn from written descriptions and from her teacher's words has kept her free from errors in her use of terms of sound and vision.
Miss Keller puts her fingers lightly over the hand of one who is talking to her and gets the words as rapidly as they can be spelled.
Miss Keller does not as a rule read very fast, but she reads deliberately, not so much because she feels the words less quickly than we see then, as because it is one of her habits of mind to do things thoroughly and well.
For the ease of the reader I have, with Miss Sullivan's consent, made the extracts run together continuously and supplied words of connection and the resulting necessary changes in syntax, and Miss Sullivan has made slight changes in the phrasing of her reports and also of her letters, which were carelessly written.
Helen knows several words now, but has no idea how to use them, or that everything has a name.
She has learned three new words, and when I give her the objects, the names of which she has learned, she spells them unhesitatingly; but she seems glad when the lesson is over.
After spelling half the words, she stopped suddenly, as if a thought had flashed into her mind, and felt for the napkin.
All the way back to the house she was highly excited, and learned the name of every object she touched, so that in a few hours she had adDED THIRTY NEW WORDS TO HER VOCABULARY.
Helen knows the meaning of more than a hundred words now, and learns new ones daily without the slightest suspicion that she is performing a most difficult feat.
The two words, "hat" and "walk" would have the same effect; BUT THE WHOLE SENTENCE, REPEATED MANY TIMES DURING THE DAY, MUST IN TIME IMPRESS ITSELF UPON THE BRAIN, AND BY AND BY SHE WILL USE IT HERSELF.
The other day I substituted the words SMALL and LARGE for these signs, and she at once adopted the words and discarded the signs.
She is going through the house now, applying the new words to all kinds of objects.
She makes many mistakes, of course, twists words and phrases, puts the cart before the horse, and gets herself into hopeless tangles of nouns and verbs; but so does the hearing child.
Usually we take one of the little "Readers" up in a big tree near the house and spend an hour or two finding the words Helen already knows.
WE MAKE A SORT OF GAME OF IT and try to see who can find the words most quickly, Helen with her fingers, or I with my eyes, and she learns as many new words as I can explain with the help of those she knows.
When her fingers light upon words she knows, she fairly screams with pleasure and hugs and kisses me for joy, especially if she thinks she has me beaten.
It would astonish you to see how many words she learns in an hour in this pleasant manner.
She is delighted with action-words; so it is no trouble at all to teach her verbs.
But "genius" and "originality" are words we should not use lightly.
She has counted everything in the house, and is now busy counting the words in her primer.
She knows four hundred words besides numerous proper nouns.
In one lesson I taught her these words: BEDSTEAD, MATTRESS, SHEET, BLANKET, COMFORTER, SPREAD, PILLOW.
The same day she had learned, at different times, the words: hOUSE, WEED, DUST, SWING, MOLASSES, FAST, SLOW, MAPLE-SUGAR and COUNTER, and she had not forgotten one of these last.
She can count to thirty very quickly, and can write seven of the square-hand letters and the words which can be made with them.
She remembers all that I told her about it, and in telling her mother REPEATED THE VERY WORDS AND PHRASES I HAD USED IN DESCRIBING IT TO HER.
You see, I had to use words and images with which she was familiar through the sense of touch.
But it hardly seems possible that any mere words should convey to one who has never seen a mountain the faintest idea of its grandeur; and I don't see how any one is ever to know what impression she did receive, or the cause of her pleasure in what was told her about it.
I took Helen and my Botany, "How Plants Grow," up in the tree, where we often go to read and study, and I told her in simple words the story of plantlife.
Helen will give baby pretty letter," and with that she ran upstairs and brought down a neatly folded sheet of braille, on which she had written some words, and gave it to Mildred, saying, "Baby can eat all words."
She has the true language-impulse, and shows great fertility of resource in making the words at her command convey her meaning.
This lesson was followed by one on words indicative of place-relations.
Very soon she learned the difference between ON and IN, though it was some time before she could use these words in sentences of her own.
Next came a lesson on words expressive of positive quality.
About this time I sent a list of the words she knew to Mr. Anagnos, and he very kindly had them printed for her.
Her mother and I cut up several sheets of printed words so that she could arrange them into sentences.
TOO MUCH EXPLANATION DIRECTS THE CHILD'S ATTENTION TO WORDS AND SENTENCES, SO THAT HE FAILS TO GET THE THOUGHT AS A WHOLE.
I do not think anyone can read, or talk for that matter, until he forgets words and sentences in the technical sense.
The Christmas season has furnished many lessons, and added scores of new words to Helen's vocabulary.
Constant repetition makes it easier to learn how to spell a word.
When I see that she is eager to tell me something, but is hampered because she does not know the words, I supply them and the necessary idioms, and we get along finely.
What would happen, do you think, if some one should try to measure our intelligence by our ability to define the commonest words we use?
Miss Ev. came up to help me make a list of words Helen has learned.
Her motions are often more expressive than any words, and she is as graceful as a nymph.
It would indeed be a herculean task to teach the words if the ideas did not already exist in the child's mind.
She bends over her book with a look of intense interest, and as the forefinger of her left hand runs along the line, she spells out the words with the other hand; but often her motions are so rapid as to be unintelligible even to those accustomed to reading the swift and varied movements of her fingers.
Naturally, there was at first a strong tendency on her part to use only the important words in a sentence.
The words made a distinct picture in my mind.
You must remember, dear teacher, that Greek parents were very particular with their children, and they used to let them listen to wise words, and I think they understood some of them.
The intellectual improvement which Helen has made in the past two years is shown more clearly in her greater command of language and in her ability to recognize nicer shades of meaning in the use of words, than in any other branch of her education.
Some of these words have successive steps of meaning, beginning with what is simple and leading on to what is abstract.
She will guess the meanings of the new words from their connection with others which are already intelligible to her.
She had learned the printed letters, and for some time had amused herself by making simple sentences, using slips on which the words were printed in raised letters; but these sentences had no special relation to one another.
When she had read the words of the second sentence, I showed her that there really was a mouse in the box.
I called her attention to the following line, and, although she knew only the three words, CAT, EAT and MOUSE, she caught the idea.
She was familiar with the words of the last sentence, and was delighted when allowed to act them out.
She ran her fingers along the lines, finding the words she knew and guessing at the meaning of others, in a way that would convince the most conservative of educators that a little deaf child, if given the opportunity, will learn to read as easily and naturally as ordinary children.
Through Charles Kingsley's "Greek Heroes" she had become familiar with the beautiful stories of the Greek gods and goddesses, and she must have met with the words GOD, HEAVEN, SOUL, and a great many similar expressions in books.
I explained to her that the soul, too, is invisible, or in other words, that it is without apparent form.
"But if I write what my soul thinks," she said, "then it will be visible, and the words will be its body."
At first, the words, phrases and sentences which she used in expressing her thoughts were all reproductions of what we had used in conversation with her, and which her memory had unconsciously retained.
All day long in their play-time and work-time Miss Sullivan kept spelling into her pupil's hand, and by that Helen Keller absorbed words, just as the child in the cradle absorbs words by hearing thousands of them before he uses one and by associating the words with the occasion of their utterance.
Thus he learns that words name things and actions and feelings.
True, single words do suggest and express ideas; the child may say simply "mamma" when he means "Where is mamma?" but he learns the expression of the ideas that relate to mamma--he learns language--by hearing complete sentences.
The manual alphabet was not the only means of presenting words to Helen Keller's fingers.
He learns not by reading what he understands, but by reading and remembering words he does not understand.
When at the age of fourteen she had had but a few lessons in German, she read over the words of "Wilhelm Tell" and managed to get the story.
In the same way she played with Latin, learning not only from the lessons her first Latin teacher gave her, but from going over and over the words of a text, a game she played by herself.
This is like the effect of the slow dwelling on long words, not quite well managed, that one notices in a child who is telling a solemn story.
Miss Keller will never be able, I believe, to speak loud without destroying the pleasant quality and the distinctness of her words, but she can do much to make her speech clearer.
Children seldom have any difficulty in understanding her; which suggests that her deliberate measured speech is like theirs, before they come to the adult trick of running all the words of a phrase into one movement of the breath.
From the first she was not content to be drilled in single sounds, but was impatient to pronounce words and sentences.
I knew that Laura Bridgman had shown the same intuitive desire to produce sounds, and had even learned to pronounce a few simple words, which she took great delight in using, and I did not doubt that Helen could accomplish as much as this.
She was already perfectly familiar with words and the construction of sentences, and had only mechanical difficulties to overcome.
The only words she had learned to pronounce with any degree of distinctness previous to March, 1890, were PAPA, MAMMA, BABY, SISTER.
These words she had caught without instruction from the lips of friends.
It is a clumsy and unsatisfactory way of receiving communication, useless when Miss Sullivan or some one else who knows the manual alphabet is present to give Miss Keller the spoken words of others.
Indeed, when some friend is trying to speak to Miss Keller, and the attempt is not proving successful, Miss Sullivan usually helps by spelling the lost words into Miss Keller's hand.
As we went in she repeated these words, 'Out of the cloud-folds of his garments Winter shakes the snow.'
As I had never heard it, I inquired of several of my friends if they recalled the words; no one seemed to remember it.
Now he found out that his father's words were true, for a few days of warm weather had turned the green balls into rosebuds, and they were SO beautiful that it was enough to make Birdie stand still before them, his blue eyes dancing with delight and his little hands clasped tightly together.
In this case Helen Keller held almost intact in her mind, unmixed with other ideas, the words of a story which at the time it was read to her she did not fully understand.
It shows how the child-mind gathers into itself words it has heard, and how they lurk there ready to come out when the key that releases the spring is touched.
Words often make the thought, and the master of words will say things greater than are in him.
Words often make the thought, and the master of words will say things greater than are in him.
So the master of words is master of thoughts which the words create, and says things greater than he could otherwise know.
I learned a great many words that day.
I was continually spelling and acting out the words as I spelled them.
There is no reason why she should strike from her vocabulary all words of sound and vision.
I wake terror-stricken with the words ringing in my ears, "An answer or your life!"
In her own words, they were "good boards overhead, good boards all around, and a good window"--of two whole squares originally, only the cat had passed out that way lately.
It is not in vain that the farmer remembers and repeats the few Latin words which he has heard.
However much we may admire the orator's occasional bursts of eloquence, the noblest written words are commonly as far behind or above the fleeting spoken language as the firmament with its stars is behind the clouds.
There is in this town, with a very few exceptions, no taste for the best or for very good books even in English literature, whose words all can read and spell.
It is new information and not merely a repetition of what was presented in the first chapter.
When the night arrived, to quote their own words--He laid us on the bed with himself and his wife, they at the one end and we at the other, it being only planks laid a foot from the ground and a thin mat upon them.
Once in a while we sat together on the pond, he at one end of the boat, and I at the other; but not many words passed between us, for he had grown deaf in his later years, but he occasionally hummed a psalm, which harmonized well enough with my philosophy.
I hesitate to say these things, but it is not because of the subject--I care not how obscene my words are--but because I cannot speak of them without betraying my impurity.
But I could no longer sit and look into the fire, and the pertinent words of a poet recurred to me with new force.
His words and attitude always suppose a better state of things than other men are acquainted with, and he will be the last man to be disappointed as the ages revolve.
Punishment and fear were not; nor were threatening words read On suspended brass; nor did the suppliant crowd fear The words of their judge; but were safe without an avenger.
The volatile truth of our words should continually betray the inadequacy of the residual statement.
There are such words as joy and sorrow, but they are only the burden of a psalm, sung with a nasal twang, while we believe in the ordinary and mean.
His words are wisdom to those legislators who contemplate no essential reform in the existing government; but for thinkers, and those who legislate for all time, he never once glances at the subject.
With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception.
The aunt spoke to each of them in the same words, about their health and her own, and the health of Her Majesty, "who, thank God, was better today."
Anna Pavlovna in dismay detained him with the words: Do you know the Abbe Morio?
But when she saw that Pierre's sacrilegious words had not exasperated the vicomte, and had convinced herself that it was impossible to stop him, she rallied her forces and joined the vicomte in a vigorous attack on the orator.
The vicomte who was meeting him for the first time saw clearly that this young Jacobin was not so terrible as his words suggested.
Evidently Pierre's words touched her to the quick.
Anatole did not release him, and though he kept nodding to show that he understood, Anatole went on translating Dolokhov's words into English.
"If anyone comes meddling again," said he, emitting the words separately through his thin compressed lips, "I will throw him down there.
"Prince, humanum est errare, * but..." replied the doctor, swallowing his r's, and pronouncing the Latin words with a French accent.
Then with the unerring official memory that characterized him he repeated from the opening words of the manifesto:
If not, then as soon as all is over," and Prince Vasili sighed to intimate what he meant by the words all is over, "and the count's papers are opened, the will and letter will be delivered to the Emperor, and the petition will certainly be granted.
As the wheels rolled softly over the straw beneath the windows, Anna Mikhaylovna, having turned with words of comfort to her companion, realized that he was asleep in his corner and woke him up.
Their efforts in the struggle for the portfolio were the only sounds audible, but it was evident that if the princess did speak, her words would not be flattering to Anna Mikhaylovna.
He spoke so rapidly that he did not finish half his words, but his son was accustomed to understand him.
Though the words of the order were not clear to the regimental commander, and the question arose whether the troops were to be in marching order or not, it was decided at a consultation between the battalion commanders to present the regiment in parade order, on the principle that it is always better to "bow too low than not bow low enough."
The words passed along the lines and an adjutant ran to look for the missing officer.
When the eager but misrepeated words had reached their destination in a cry of: "The general to the third company," the missing officer appeared from behind his company and, though he was a middle-aged man and not in the habit of running, trotted awkwardly stumbling on his toes toward the general.
Kutuzov walked through the ranks, sometimes stopping to say a few friendly words to officers he had known in the Turkish war, sometimes also to the soldiers.
A drummer, their leader, turned round facing the singers, and flourishing his arm, began a long-drawn-out soldiers' song, commencing with the words: "Morning dawned, the sun was rising," and concluding: "On then, brothers, on to glory, led by Father Kamenski."
Having jerked out these last words as soldiers do and waved his arms as if flinging something to the ground, the drummer--a lean, handsome soldier of forty--looked sternly at the singers and screwed up his eyes.
He leaned his elbows on the table with his pen in his hand and, evidently glad of a chance to say quicker in words what he wanted to write, told Rostov the contents of his letter.
"Ah, may the devil take you and evewybody," were the last words Rostov heard.
But these words came like a piteous, despairing cry and an entreaty for pardon.
Some of them were talking (he heard Russian words), others were eating bread; the more severely wounded looked silently, with the languid interest of sick children, at the envoy hurrying past them.
After the fatigues and impressions of the journey, his reception, and especially after having dined, Bolkonski felt that he could not take in the full significance of the words he heard.
I cannot find words to express to you my displeasure.
Several of those present smiled at Zherkov's words, expecting one of his usual jokes, but noticing that what he was saying redounded to the glory of our arms and of the day's work, they assumed a serious expression, though many of them knew that what he was saying was a lie devoid of any foundation.
He was always hearing such words as: "With your remarkable kindness," or, "With your excellent heart," "You are yourself so honorable Count," or, "Were he as clever as you," and so on, till he began sincerely to believe in his own exceptional kindness and extraordinary intelligence, the more so as in the depth of his heart it had always seemed to him that he really was very kind and intelligent.
The aunt coughed, swallowed, and said in French that she was very pleased to see Helene, then she turned to Pierre with the same words of welcome and the same look.
He recalled her former words and looks and the words and looks of those who had seen them together.
And though Prince Vasili, when he stayed in (as he said) for Pierre's sake, hardly exchanged a couple of words with him, Pierre felt unable to disappoint him.
This rescript began with the words: "Sergey Kuzmich, From all sides reports reach me," etc.
"You thought!" shouted the prince, his words coming more and more rapidly and indistinctly.
Mademoiselle Bourienne walked up and down the conservatory for a long time that evening, vainly expecting someone, now smiling at someone, now working herself up to tears with the imaginary words of her pauvre mere rebuking her for her fall.
He saw the effect these words had produced on his daughter.
Anna Mikhaylovna, in a few words, told her the contents of the letter, on condition that she should tell no one.
"No, Sonya, but do you remember so that you remember him perfectly, remember everything?" said Natasha, with an expressive gesture, evidently wishing to give her words a very definite meaning.
Do go somewhere, anywhere... to the devil!" he exclaimed, and immediately seizing him by the shoulder and looking amiably into his face, evidently wishing to soften the rudeness of his words, he added, "Don't be hurt, my dear fellow; you know I speak from my heart as to an old acquaintance."
He gave the words of greeting, and the first regiment roared "Hurrah!" so deafeningly, continuously, and joyfully that the men themselves were awed by their multitude and the immensity of the power they constituted.
The Tsar called the colonel of the regiment and said a few words to him.
He asked Weyrother several times to repeat words he had not clearly heard and the difficult names of villages.
Rostov could hear the sound of French words but could not distinguish them.
"Stop those wretches!" gasped Kutuzov to the regimental commander, pointing to the flying soldiers; but at that instant, as if to punish him for those words, bullets flew hissing across the regiment and across Kutuzov's suite like a flock of little birds.
Several wounded men passed along the road, and words of abuse, screams, and groans mingled in a general hubbub, then the firing died down.
But he heard the words as he might have heard the buzzing of a fly.
The first words he heard on coming to his senses were those of a French convoy officer, who said rapidly: "We must halt here: the Emperor will pass here immediately; it will please him to see these gentlemen prisoners."
All Moscow repeated Prince Dolgorukov's saying: "If you go on modeling and modeling you must get smeared with clay," suggesting consolation for our defeat by the memory of former victories; and the words of Rostopchin, that French soldiers have to be incited to battle by highfalutin words, and Germans by logical arguments to show them that it is more dangerous to run away than to advance, but that Russian soldiers only need to be restrained and held back!
Count Ilya Rostov, laughing and repeating the words, Make way, dear boy!
And he vividly recalled that moment after supper at Prince Vasili's, when he spoke those words he had found so difficult to utter: "I love you."
She was already pale, but on hearing these words her face changed and something brightened in her beautiful, radiant eyes.
Nurse Savishna, knitting in hand, was telling in low tones, scarcely hearing or understanding her own words, what she had told hundreds of times before: how the late princess had given birth to Princess Mary in Kishenev with only a Moldavian peasant woman to help instead of a midwife.
He laid down the seven of hearts, on which with a broken bit of chalk he had written "800 rubles" in clear upright figures; he emptied the glass of warm champagne that was handed him, smiled at Dolokhov's words, and with a sinking heart, waiting for a seven to turn up, gazed at Dolokhov's hands which held the pack.
What were losses, and Dolokhov, and words of honor?...
The old count cast down his eyes on hearing his son's words and began bustlingly searching for something.
The stranger's face was not genial, it was even cold and severe, but in spite of this, both the face and words of his new acquaintance were irresistibly attractive to Pierre.
"I should never dare to say that I know the truth," said the Mason, whose words struck Pierre more and more by their precision and firmness.
You do not know Him, but He is here, He is in me, He is in my words, He is in thee, and even in those blasphemous words thou hast just uttered! pronounced the Mason in a stern and tremulous voice.
Thou dreamest that thou art wise because thou couldst utter those blasphemous words, he went on, with a somber and scornful smile.
After these words, the Mason, as if tired by his long discourse, again leaned his arms on the back of the sofa and closed his eyes.
Hand this to Count Willarski (he took out his notebook and wrote a few words on a large sheet of paper folded in four).
After reading the first words of the Gospel: "In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God," Pierre went round the table and saw a large open box filled with something.
"Yes, that must be so," thought Pierre, when after these words the Rhetor went away, leaving him to solitary meditation.
"I must also inform you," said the Rhetor, "that our Order delivers its teaching not in words only but also by other means, which may perhaps have a stronger effect on the sincere seeker after wisdom and virtue than mere words.
This chamber with what you see therein should already have suggested to your heart, if it is sincere, more than words could do.
All maintained a solemn silence, listening to the words of the President, who held a mallet in his hand.
While the Grand Master said these last words it seemed to Pierre that he grew embarrassed.
He managed to follow only the last words of the statutes and these remained in his mind.
Moreover, the words of the masonic statutes, "be kindly and courteous," recurred to him.
"It is the sword of Frederick the Great which I..." she began, but Hippolyte interrupted her with the words: "Le Roi de Prusse..." and again, as soon as all turned toward him, excused himself and said no more.
It seemed as if from some words Boris had spoken that evening about the Prussian army, Helene had suddenly found it necessary to see him.
He folded it up without reading it and reread his father's letter, ending with the words: "Gallop off to Korchevo and carry out instructions!"
Prince Andrew felt as if the sound of the waves kept up a refrain to Pierre's words, whispering:
On hearing those words I said good-by to the holy folk and went.
At the time of the meeting at Tilsit he asked the names of those who had come with Napoleon and about the uniforms they wore, and listened attentively to words spoken by important personages.
He spoke a few words to some of the generals, and, recognizing the former commander of Rostov's division, smiled and beckoned to him.
The Emperor said a few words to him and took a step toward his horse.
She did not now say those former terrible words to him, but looked simply, merrily, and inquisitively at him.
Kochubey said a few words about the reception Arakcheev had given Bolkonski.
The Emperor said that the fiscal system must be reorganized and the accounts published, recounted Bitski, emphasizing certain words and opening his eyes significantly.
When Prince Andrew entered the room Magnitski's words were again crowned by laughter.
The countess began to soothe Natasha, who after first listening to her mother's words, suddenly interrupted her:
Why speak, when words cannot express what one feels?
The village elder, a peasant delegate, and the village clerk, who were waiting in the passage, heard with fear and delight first the young count's voice roaring and snapping and rising louder and louder, and then words of abuse, dreadful words, ejaculated one after the other.
Then with no less fear and delight they saw how the young count, red in the face and with bloodshot eyes, dragged Mitenka out by the scruff of the neck and applied his foot and knee to his behind with great agility at convenient moments between the words, shouting, Be off!
Natasha began, and without replying to Sonya's words of comfort she got into bed, and long after her candle was out lay open-eyed and motionless, gazing at the moonlight through the frosty windowpanes.
Sonya listened silently with downcast eyes to the countess' cruel words, without understanding what was required of her.
His words are music, I never tire of hearing him! said the old prince, keeping hold of the hand and offering his cheek to be kissed.
Natasha at that moment felt so softened and tender that it was not enough for her to love and know she was beloved, she wanted now, at once, to embrace the man she loved, to speak and hear from him words of love such as filled her heart.
"Mais charmante!" said he, evidently referring to Natasha, who did not exactly hear his words but understood them from the movement of his lips.
Natasha did not understand what he was saying any more than he did himself, but she felt that his incomprehensible words had an improper intention.
After hearing the details of Anatole's marriage from Pierre, and giving vent to her anger against Anatole in words of abuse, Marya Dmitrievna told Pierre why she had sent for him.
"I don't know that and don't want to," he said, not looking at Pierre and with a slight tremor of his lower jaw, "but you have used such words to me--'mean' and so on--which as a man of honor I can't allow anyone to use."
The actions of Napoleon and Alexander, on whose words the event seemed to hang, were as little voluntary as the actions of any soldier who was drawn into the campaign by lot or by conscription.
The Emperor was not dancing, he stood in the doorway, stopping now one pair and now another with gracious words which he alone knew how to utter.
"Your Majesty," replied Balashev, "my master, the Emperor, does not desire war and as Your Majesty sees..." said Balashev, using the words Your Majesty at every opportunity, with the affectation unavoidable in frequently addressing one to whom the title was still a novelty.
Balashev rode on, supposing from Murat's words that he would very soon be brought before Napoleon himself.
Here Balashev hesitated: he remembered the words the Emperor Alexander had not written in his letter, but had specially inserted in the rescript to Saltykov and had told Balashev to repeat to Napoleon.
Balashev remembered these words, "So long as a single armed foe remains on Russian soil," but some complex feeling restrained him.
A sovereign should not be with the army unless he is a general! said Napoleon, evidently uttering these words as a direct challenge to the Emperor.
He knew that none of the words now uttered by Napoleon had any significance, and that Napoleon himself would be ashamed of them when he came to his senses.
He said a few words to Prince Andrew and Chernyshev about the present war, with the air of a man who knows beforehand that all will go wrong, and who is not displeased that it should be so.
After those involuntary words--that if he were free he would have asked on his knees for her hand and her love--uttered at a moment when she was so strongly agitated, Pierre never spoke to Natasha of his feelings; and it seemed plain to her that those words, which had then so comforted her, were spoken as all sorts of meaningless words are spoken to comfort a crying child.
He wrote the words L'Empereur Alexandre, La nation russe and added up their numbers, but the sums were either more or less than 666.
In all these words she saw only that the danger threatening her son would not soon be over.
Petya stopped short, flushed till he perspired, but still got out the words, "when our Fatherland is in danger."
He recalled all the words spoken at that first meeting with Potemkin.
She turned away, and then, as if fearing he might take her words as meant to move him to pity, looked at him with an apprehensive glance of inquiry.
But before the words were well out of his mouth, his cap flew off and a fierce blow jerked his head to one side.
But the princess, if she did not again thank him in words, thanked him with the whole expression of her face, radiant with gratitude and tenderness.
Sometimes when she recalled his looks, his sympathy, and his words, happiness did not appear impossible to her.
At those words Kutuzov looked round.
These words showed Pierre clearly for the first time that the French would enter Moscow.
In spite of the obscurity of the soldier's words Pierre understood what he wanted to say and nodded approval.
He knew Kutuzov's attention would be caught by those words, and so it was.
Boris said a few words to his general, and Count Bennigsen turned to Pierre and proposed that he should ride with him along the line.
The tales passing from mouth to mouth at different ends of the army did not even resemble what Kutuzov had said, but the sense of his words spread everywhere because what he said was not the outcome of cunning calculations, but of a feeling that lay in the commander-in-chief's soul as in that of every Russian.
But when our artillery or cavalry advanced or some of our infantry were seen to move forward, words of approval were heard on all sides.
From all this talk he saw only one thing: that to defend Moscow was a physical impossibility in the full meaning of those words, that is to say, so utterly impossible that if any senseless commander were to give orders to fight, confusion would result but the battle would still not take place.
And as it always happens in contests of cunning that a stupid person gets the better of cleverer ones, Helene--having realized that the main object of all these words and all this trouble was, after converting her to Catholicism, to obtain money from her for Jesuit institutions (as to which she received indications)-before parting with her money insisted that the various operations necessary to free her from her husband should be performed.
It is done in all the brothels, and with these words Marya Dmitrievna, turning up her wide sleeves with her usual threatening gesture and glancing sternly round, moved across the room.
There were only thoughts clearly expressed in words, thoughts that someone was uttering or that he himself was formulating.
Yes, one must harness them, must harness them! he repeated to himself with inward rapture, feeling that these words and they alone expressed what he wanted to say and solved the question that tormented him.
But in general I can tell you, Papa, that such a heroic spirit, the truly antique valor of the Russian army, which they--which it" (he corrected himself) "has shown or displayed in the battle of the twenty-sixth-- there are no words worthy to do it justice!
I tell you, Papa" (he smote himself on the breast as a general he had heard speaking had done, but Berg did it a trifle late for he should have struck his breast at the words "Russian army"), "I tell you frankly that we, the commanders, far from having to urge the men on or anything of that kind, could hardly restrain those... those... yes, those exploits of antique valor," he went on rapidly.
The last words were read out in the midst of complete silence.
In particular, the words "I will come back to dinner," evidently displeased both reader and audience.
At the count's first words he raised it slowly and looked up at him as if wishing to say something or at least to meet his eye.
Hearing not so much the words as the angry tone of Rostopchin's voice, the crowd moaned and heaved forward, but again paused.
One God is above us both!--Vereshchagin's words suddenly recurred to him, and a disagreeable shiver ran down his back.
He seemed still to hear the sound of his own words: Cut him down!
These words went from one to another in the crowd.
A general who was standing by the guns shouted some words of command to the officer, and the latter ran back again with his men.
"Master, not here--don't understand... me, you..." said Gerasim, trying to render his words more comprehensible by contorting them.
Having repeated these words the captain wiped his eyes and gave himself a shake, as if driving away the weakness which assailed him at this touching recollection.
We have recognized you, he now seemed to hear the words she had uttered and to see before him her eyes, her smile, her traveling hood, and a stray lock of her hair... and there seemed to him something pathetic and touching in all this.
Sighs were heard, words of prayer, and the sobbing of the count's old valet.
"Lieutenant, he has a dagger," were the first words Pierre understood.
The art of his reading was supposed to lie in rolling out the words, quite independently of their meaning, in a loud and singsong voice alternating between a despairing wail and a tender murmur, so that the wail fell quite at random on one word and the murmur on another.
And Bilibin repeated the actual words of the diplomatic dispatch, which he had himself composed.
He knew no more than the others what his words meant.
During his diplomatic career he had more than once noticed that such utterances were received as very witty, and at every opportunity he uttered in that way the first words that entered his head.
Prince Vasili pronounced these last words in a tearful voice.
When he heard these words and saw the expression of firm resolution in the Emperor's eyes, Michaud--quoique etranger, russe de coeur et d'ame-- at that solemn moment felt himself enraptured by all that he had heard (as he used afterwards to say), and gave expression to his own feelings and those of the Russian people whose representative he considered himself to be, in the following words:
In very few words Nicholas bought seventeen picked stallions for six thousand rubles--to serve, as he said, as samples of his remounts.
As soon as Nicholas entered in his hussar uniform, diffusing around him a fragrance of perfume and wine, and had uttered the words "better late than never" and heard them repeated several times by others, people clustered around him; all eyes turned on him, and he felt at once that he had entered into his proper position in the province--that of a universal favorite: a very pleasant position, and intoxicatingly so after his long privations.
After a few words about Princess Mary and her late father, whom Malvintseva had evidently not liked, and having asked what Nicholas knew of Prince Andrew, who also was evidently no favorite of hers, the important old lady dismissed Nicholas after repeating her invitation to come to see her.
Assuming that she did go down to see him, Princess Mary imagined the words he would say to her and what she would say to him, and these words sometimes seemed undeservedly cold and then to mean too much.
He heard what they said, but did not understand the meaning of the words and made no kind of deduction from or application of them.
Sometimes Pierre, struck by the meaning of his words, would ask him to repeat them, but Platon could never recall what he had said a moment before, just as he never could repeat to Pierre the words of his favorite song: native and birch tree and my heart is sick occurred in it, but when spoken and not sung, no meaning could be got out of it.
He did not, and could not, understand the meaning of words apart from their context.
His words and actions flowed from him as evenly, inevitably, and spontaneously as fragrance exhales from a flower.
But she still hoped, and asked, in words she herself did not trust:
The princess understood what Natasha had meant by the words: "two days ago this suddenly happened."
She understood those words to mean that he had suddenly softened and that this softening and gentleness were signs of approaching death.
She was sure he would speak soft, tender words to her such as her father had uttered before his death, and that she would not be able to bear it and would burst into sobs in his presence.
In his words, his tone, and especially in that calm, almost antagonistic look could be felt an estrangement from everything belonging to this world, terrible in one who is alive.
Had he expected to live he could not have said those words in that offensively cold tone.
"He wrote here that he took a great liking to you," he went on simply and calmly, evidently unable to understand all the complex significance his words had for living people.
Princess Mary heard his words but they had no meaning for her, except as a proof of how far away he now was from everything living.
They felt that they could not express in words what they understood.
Napoleon, with his usual assurance that whatever entered his head was right, wrote to Kutuzov the first words that occurred to him, though they were meaningless.
He caused the words Maison de ma Mere to be inscribed on the charitable institutions, thereby combining tender filial affection with the majestic benevolence of a monarch.
The corporal frowned at Pierre's words and, uttering some meaningless oaths, slammed the door.
The captain was also in marching kit, and on his cold face appeared that same it which Pierre had recognized in the corporal's words and in the roll of the drums.
From the words of his comrades who saw better than he did, he found that this was the body of a man, set upright against the palings with its face smeared with soot.
During the hour Pierre watched them they all came flowing from the different streets with one and the same desire to get on quickly; they all jostled one another, began to grow angry and to fight, white teeth gleamed, brows frowned, ever the same words of abuse flew from side to side, and all the faces bore the same swaggeringly resolute and coldly cruel expression that had struck Pierre that morning on the corporal's face when the drums were beating.
But it is not presupposable that it is the lieutenant colonel himself, said the esaul, who was fond of using words the Cossacks did not know.
"Oh, yes," said Petya, nodding at the first words Denisov uttered as if he understood it all, though he really did not understand anything of it.
Denisov had Tikhon called and, having praised him for his activity, said a few words in the elder's presence about loyalty to the Tsar and the country and the hatred of the French that all sons of the fatherland should cherish.
When the fit of laughter that had seized him at Tikhon's words and smile had passed and Petya realized for a moment that this Tikhon had killed a man, he felt uneasy.
"Done for!" repeated Dolokhov as if the utterance of these words afforded him pleasure, and he went quickly up to the prisoners, who were surrounded by Cossacks who had hurried up.
To them the words of Miloradovich seem very interesting, and so do their surmises and the rewards this or that general received; but the question of those fifty thousand men who were left in hospitals and in graves does not even interest them, for it does not come within the range of their investigation.
She saw his face, heard his voice, repeated his words and her own, and sometimes devised other words they might have spoken.
She recalled his long sad and severe look at those words and understood the meaning of the rebuke and despair in that protracted gaze.
And now he again seemed to be saying the same words to her, only in her imagination Natasha this time gave him a different answer.
And in her imagination she said other tender and loving words which she might have said then but only spoke now: I love thee!... thee!
She heard Dunyasha's words about Peter Ilynich and a misfortune, but did not grasp them.
Not merely in these cases but continually did that old man--who by experience of life had reached the conviction that thoughts and the words serving as their expression are not what move people--use quite meaningless words that happened to enter his head.
But that man, so heedless of his words, did not once during the whole time of his activity utter one word inconsistent with the single aim toward which he moved throughout the whole war.
Nor do words alone prove that only he understood the meaning of the events.
In the stillness around him his slowly uttered words were distinctly heard.
Kutuzov's words were hardly understood by the troops.
Merry senseless words of abuse flowed freely.
He could not see an aim, for he now had faith--not faith in any kind of rule, or words, or ideas, but faith in an ever-living, ever-manifest God.
This was his acknowledgment of the impossibility of changing a man's convictions by words, and his recognition of the possibility of everyone thinking, feeling, and seeing things each from his own point of view.
But the more he tried to hide it the more clearly--clearer than any words could have done--did he betray to himself, to her, and to Princess Mary that he loved her.
Natasha looked at him, and by way of answer to his words her eyes widened and lit up.
As he spoke now he was considering what impression his words would make on Natasha.
"Do you take vodka, Count?" asked Princess Mary, and those words suddenly banished the shadows of the past.
"Tell me, you did not know of the countess' death when you decided to remain in Moscow?" asked Princess Mary and immediately blushed, noticing that her question, following his mention of freedom, ascribed to his words a meaning he had perhaps not intended.
Before her words were out, Pierre had sprung up and with a frightened expression seized Princess Mary's hand.
He did not repeat to himself with a sickening feeling of shame the words he had spoken, or say: "Oh, why did I not say that?" and, "Whatever made me say 'Je vous aime'?"
Those words only denote a certain stage of understanding of phenomena.
But the once proud and shrewd rulers of France, feeling that their part is played out, are even more bewildered than he, and do not say the words they should have said to destroy him and retain their power.
She seemed to be trying to fathom the hidden meaning of his words which would explain his feeling for her.
Only when he had understood the peasants' tastes and aspirations, had learned to talk their language, to grasp the hidden meaning of their words, and felt akin to them did he begin boldly to manage his serfs, that is, to perform toward them the duties demanded of him.
The chief reason for devoting no time either to singing, to dress, or to choosing her words was that she really had no time to spare for these things.
To such an extent had Natasha let herself go that the way she dressed and did her hair, her ill-chosen words, and her jealousy--she was jealous of Sonya, of the governess, and of every woman, pretty or plain- -were habitual subjects of jest to those about her.
When Pierre and his wife entered the drawing room the countess was in one of her customary states in which she needed the mental exertion of playing patience, and so--though by force of habit she greeted him with the words she always used when Pierre or her son returned after an absence: High time, my dear, high time!
But I understand that you value what opens up a fresh line, said she, repeating words Pierre had once uttered.
To seize and put into words, to describe directly the life of humanity or even of a single nation, appears impossible.
That Chateaubriand, Madame de Stael, and others spoke certain words to one another only affected their mutual relations but does not account for the submission of millions.
We are so accustomed to that idea and have become so used to it that the question: why did six hundred thousand men go to fight when Napoleon uttered certain words, seems to us senseless.
That is, power is power: in other words, power is a word the meaning of which we do not understand.
On the other hand, even if we admitted that words could be the cause of events, history shows that the expression of the will of historical personages does not in most cases produce any effect, that is to say, their commands are often not executed, and sometimes the very opposite of what they order occurs.
Or in other words, the conception of a cause is inapplicable to the phenomena we are examining.
In other words, it's none of my business.
Carmen recoiled from her words and the hatred.
In other words, when he shook himself free of his current family, he would come to Dulce.
At her words, his gaze ripped from her breasts and pounced on her face.
His words were comforting, even if they didn't resolve her concerns.
Although she had said the words "I love you," several times, he had not uttered them.
Those words stayed in her mind all afternoon.
She had rehearsed her script earlier, but now the words evaded her.
As he absorbed her words, his expression went from tense to relieved, and then on to something sweet and sad.
But words never came to her lips, only long sobs.
In other words, shut up.
Not in so many words, but it says women shouldn't dress in men's clothing.
His words were sobering.
And the whole thing has been unnatural because that cat and I are both able to talk your language, and to understand the words you say.
In other words, the government taxes and spends about $300 per person per year.
In other words, the average person will make more money, pay a higher percentage as taxes, but still bring home vastly more than before.
Let's talk a moment about patriotism and nationalism, words frequently used but seldom clearly defined.
But scarcely had Pierre uttered these words before he was attacked from three sides.
He felt that his words, apart from what meaning they conveyed, were less audible than the sound of his opponent's voice.
An official ran out, said some words to a merchant, called a stout official with a cross hanging on his neck to follow him, and vanished again, evidently wishing to avoid the inquiring looks and questions addressed to him.
At these words Alpatych nodded as if in approval, and not wishing to hear more went to the door of the room opposite the innkeeper's, where he had left his purchases.
Napoleon did not smile, though he was evidently in high good humor, and he ordered these words to be repeated.
The interpreter translated these words without the last phrase, and Bonaparte smiled.
She assumed an attitude of prayer, looked at the icons, repeated the words of a prayer, but she could not pray.
He said something, repeating the same words several times.
She could not understand them, but tried to guess what he was saying and inquiringly repeated the words he uttered.
The princess heard her, not heeding her words but occasionally looking up at her and listening to the sound of her voice.
Dron came and confirmed Dunyasha's words; the peasants had come by the princess' order.
Those final nine words stuck in my mind: Since it might be possible, it must be possible.
There was a regretful accent in the creature's voice, and at the words all the other dragonettes sighed dismally.