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Willa Cather

My Ántonia

  • ann karagwahar citeretsidste år
    If we never arrived anywhere, it did not matter. Between that earth and that sky I felt erased, blotted out.
  • ann karagwahar citeretsidste år
    Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.
  • ann karagwahar citeretsidste år
    He had the gift of simple and moving expression. Because he talked so little, his words had a peculiar force; they were not worn dull from constant use.
  • ann karagwahar citeretsidste år
    Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.
  • Лиза Кистановаhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    twisted up stiffly, like little horns.
  • Лиза Кистановаhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    Another lantern came along.
  • Лиза Кистановаhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    stood holding oil-cloth bundles
  • Лиза Кистановаhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    fringed shawl tied over her head, and she carried a little tin trunk in her arms,
  • Лиза Кистановаhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    after its long run. In the red glow from the fire-box, a group of people stood huddled together on the platform, encumbered by bundles and boxes.
  • Лиза Кистановаhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    curled up in a red plush seat
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