The atmosphere beneath is languorous, and is so tinged with azure that what artists call the middle distance partakes also of that hue, while the horizon beyond is of the deepest ultramarine.
…our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes
Sheer experience had already taught her that in some circumstances there was one thing better than to lead a good life, and that was to be saved from leading any life whatever.
shall be up before you are awake; I shall be afield before you are up; and I shall have breakfasted before you are afield. In short, I shall astonish you all.” (All.)
I was court-martialed in my absence, and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.
Tess Durbeyfield, in quell’epoca della sua vita, era solo un recipiente di emozioni non ancora colorite dall’esperienza
The tearful glimmer of the languid dawn’ was just sufficient to reveal to them the melancholy red leaves, lying thickly in the channels by the roadside, ever and anon loudly tapped on by heavy drops of water, which the boughs above had collected from the foggy air.
Her heart longed for some ark into which it could fly and be at rest. Rough or smooth she did not care, so long as it was warm.
the sun shone into her mouth as into a tulip, and lent it a similar scarlet fire.
If the story-tellers could ha’ got decency and good morals from true stories, who’d have troubled to invent parables?