`` I loved this valley '', he whispered huskily.

I had come to New Orleans two years earlier after graduating college, partly because I loved the city and partly because there was quite a noted art colony there.

I loved the city and I particularly loved the gaiety and spirit of Mardi Gras.

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.

`` My mother read a book right after I was born and there was a Lilian in the book she loved and I became Lilian -- and eventually I became Paula ''.

My own stern hand has rent the ancient bond, And thereof shall the ending not have end: But not for me, that loved her, to be fond Lightly to please me with a newer friend Then hold it more than bravest-feathered song, That I affirm to thee, with heart of pride, I knew not what did to a friend belong Till I stood up, true friend, by thy true side ; ;

It would be the first time I had ever been completely alone with a girl I loved.

I really loved that boy, and, in a feverish attempt to preserve our marriage and to try to revive the wonderful, wonderful person Letch had once been, I took my troubles to Momma, hoping that her earthy advice would help me.

And the life that I now live in the flesh, I live in the faith of the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself up for me.

Burns and I had not loved each other.

`` I don't have many strays coming to my front door '', he said.

`` All my life '', he said, `` I tried.

`` I hate to leave my garden '', Gavin said.

`` I never felt better in my life '', Fiske blustered.

In the brief moment I had to talk to them before I took my post on the ring of defenses, I indicated I was sickened by the methods men employed to live and trade on the river.

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

I could see them in my sights.

I found his chest in my sights.

At the last second I dropped my sights from the bare chest and bright red circle to the chest of his pony.

In my sights I watched him looming bigger and bigger.

Such was my state of mind that I did not question the possibility of this ; ;

I would turn away from my writing in the hope of getting a good look at them but I never quite succeeded.

Now, here was something of obvious importance to me, yet when I reached for the tickets he snatched them away from my hand.

I withdrew my hand.

Having nothing else to do except wait for my forms to be processed, I gave myself over to speculations concerning the hall itself.

For although I had crossed a corner of the hall on my way to the toilet I still could not tell for sure how far to the rear the darkness extended.

This light did not penetrate very far back into the hall, and my eyes were hindered rather than aided by the dim daylight entering through the fan vents when I tried to pick out whatever might be lying, or squatting, on the floor below.

No sooner would I turn my head away from the counter before he would address me, at times quite sharply, in order to bring back my attention.

I have no picture in my mind of the garden as a whole -- that I could not see -- but certain aspects of certain corners linger in the memory: wind-blown, frost-bitten, white chrysanthemums beneath a window, with their brittle brown leaves and their sharp scent of November ; ;

My great-grandmother, I have been told, made her garden her great pride ; ;

For my seedbed I use good garden soil with a little sand added to encourage rooting.

Outside St. Sophia I walked through the flower garden in front of it, with the Blue Mosque ahead on my left.

Taking the path behind the Throne Room to the building directly beyond it, the Portrait Gallery, I went right at the end of it, through a garden to a small building at the back -- a sitting room furnished with low blue divans, its floor covered with carpets, its ceiling painted with gold squares and floral designs.

I work on a watercolor easel in the field, and frequently resort to a large garden umbrella to protect my eyes from undue strain.

About himself, Dawkins continues that " I am agnostic only to the extent that I am agnostic about fairies at the bottom of the garden.

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According to Gardner, the Surgenesons readily talked about the paranormal with him ; the patriarch of the family, Ted Surgeneson, believed that fairies were living in his garden and would say " I can often feel they're there, and sometimes I've seen them ", though he readily admitted the possibility that it was all in his imagination.

Lynn Anderson made famous a song full of proverbs, I never promised you rose garden ( written by Joe South ).

) And those who ... promise to the dwellers in towns that every one of them shall have a house and garden in free air, with ample space ; those who tell you that there shall be markets for selling at wholesale prices retail quantities — I won't say are imposters, because I have no doubt they are sincere ; but I will say they are quacks ( cheers ); they are deluded and beguiled by a spurious philanthropy, and when they ought to give you substantial, even if they are humble and modest boons, they are endeavouring, perhaps without their own consciousness, to delude you with fanaticism, and offering to you a fruit which, when you attempt to taste it, will prove to be but ashes in your mouths.

Suzuki goes into the garden to meet Pinkerton ’ s new wife, while Sharpless reminds Pinkerton, " I told you, didn ’ t I?

An etching of the Hill, crowned by the mass of the Palazzo del Quirinale, from a series I Sette Colli di Roma antica e moderna published in 1827 by Luigi Rossini ( 1790-1857 ): His view, from the roof of the palazzo near the Trevi Fountain that now houses the Accademia di San Luca, substituted an imaginary foreground garden for the repetitious roofscape.

I sit and look out of my window into the garden.

" I don't say ... ' Neighbor, my garden hose cost me $ 15 ; you have to pay me $ 15 for it ' … I don't want $ 15 — I want my garden hose back after the fire is over.