You fell down in front of the house, and I carried you in.

When I fell on my back, I saw a vulture hovering.

In any case, Miss Millay's sweet-throated bitterness, her variations on the theme that the world was not only well lost for love but even well lost for lost love, her constant and wonderfully tragic posture, so unlike that of Fitzgerald since it required no scenery or props, drew from the me that I was when I fell upon her verses an overwhelming yea.

I think you fell short of the real truth in the matter: That the move is working out through the fine cooperation of the staff and all the people.

I have calculated that if I could snap my fingers in one magic gesture to release the power of all the hydrogen in my body, I would explode with the force of a hundred bombs of the kind that fell on Hiroshima.

I chuckled aloud, and the mouthpiece fell out.

Among the Turkmen leaders the Ottomans emerged as great power under Osman and his son Orhan I. Smyrna was conquered in 1330 AD, and the last Byzantine possession, Philadélphia ( modern Alaşehir ), fell in 1390 AD.

When Alaric II was killed fighting Clovis I, king of the Franks, in the Battle of Vouillé ( 507 ), his kingdom fell into disarray.

With the descendents of Charles I thus either childless ( in the case of William III and Anne ) or Catholic, consideration then fell to the descendants of Elizabeth of Bohemia, the only other child of James I to have reached adulthood.

The metre fell into disuse until the reign of Francis I, when it was revived by Jean-Antoine de Baïf, one of the seven poets known as La Pléiade.

" He recalls :... while I sat alone staring at the sea I love, words I had not been certain I could understand or say fell from my lips: " Lord Jesus, I believe in You.

I fell in love, that is the only expression I can think of, at once, and am still at the mercy of words, though sometimes now, knowing a little of their behaviour very well, I think I can influence them slightly and have even learned to beat them now and then, which they appear to enjoy.

Some people, including Aubrey, consider these two contiguous, possibly coincidental events as related and causative of his death: " The Snow so chilled him that he immediately fell so extremely ill, that he could not return to his Lodging ... but went to the Earle of Arundel's house at Highgate, where they put him into ... a damp bed that had not been layn-in ... which gave him such a cold that in 2 or 3 days as I remember Mr Hobbes told me, he died of Suffocation.

His first inaugural address speaks of `` my country whose voice I can never hear but with veneration and love ''.

But to me Beckett's writing had seemed permeated with love for human beings and with a kind of humor that I could reconcile neither with despair nor with nihilism.

But all this, I am well aware, is the bel canto of love, and although I have always liked to think that it was to the bel canto and to that alone that I listened, I know well enough that it was not.

If I am to speak the whole truth about my knowledge of love, I will have to stop trying to emulate the transcendant nightingale.

Just as I was about to enlarge upon my discovery of the underside of the leaf of love, memory, displeased at being asked to yield its unsavory secrets, dashed ahead of me, calling back over its shoulder: `` Skip it.

However, it was not of innocence in general that I was speaking, but of perhaps the frailest and surely the least important side of it which is innocence in romantic love.

I had long since begun to lose my general innocence when I lost my trust in you, but this special innocence I lost before ever I loved, through my discovery that one could tremble with desire and even experience a flaming delight that had nothing, nothing whatever to do with friendship or liking, let alone with love.

`` I mean '', I went on ruthlessly, `` when he's not talking about you or himself or the wonders of love, is he interesting??

His very honest act called up the recent talk I had with another minister, a modest Methodist, who said: `` I feel so deeply blessed by God when I can give a message of love and comfort to other men, and I would have it no other way: and it is unworthy to think of self.

A fellow came up to me, a Senator, I don't have to tell you his name, and he told me, ' I love the President like a brother, but God damn it, he's crucifying me.

As I dug in behind one of the bales we were using as protection, I grudgingly found myself agreeing with Oso's logic, especially when I imagined what would have happened to Missy if Old Knife's large party of screeching warriors had overrun our company.

Still, I was disgusted with myself for agreeing with Montero's methods.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Gray Eyes rushing at me with a knife.

I could see their faces glistening with sweat and bear grease, their mouths open, shouting their spine-chilling cries.

I have it with me, right here.

I don't know what makes you think you can get away with this kind of business, and I don't care about that, either.

It was, I felt, possible that they were men who, having received no tickets for that day, had remained in the hall, to sleep perhaps, in the corners farthest removed from the counter with its overhead light.

My future lay solely with the hall, yet what did I know about the hall at this point??

When I went for my interview with the director I saw why.

As he lowered himself on the chair behind his desk I wondered what this dapper, slightly ridiculous man could possibly have to do with the workings of the hall.

What sort of men I would come into contact with, at the hall??

I had always, I said, hankered after working hard with my hands.

Where I go, she goes -- and the kids with us.

I am with you, of course, Tomas ''.

At these words of sympathy and understanding, Harmony said generously, `` I don't mind setting here along with Gran while you go out and join in the games ''.

Besides, 'tain't no more'n right for me to follow with my black oxen, so's I can unhook and pull up fast if either of you get in a pinch ''.

`` Moriarty '', my driver suddenly exclaimed with something so definite, so final in his tone I once more repeated the absurdity, mustering all my latent powers of hypocrisy to sound convinced.

Adios '', I said, exhausting my Spanish vocabulary on my host and exchanging one of a scarcely-tapped store of smiles with my host's daughters.