It was wonderful—I loved him & I think he liked me. He talked a great deal about his work & life & aims, & about sother writers. Then we went for a little walk, & somehow grew very intimate. I plucked up courage to tell him what I find in his work—the boring down into things to get to the very bottom below the apparent facts. He seemed to feel I had understood him; then I stopped & we just looked into each other's eyes for some time, & then he said he had grown to wish he could live on the surface and write differently, that he had grown frightened. His eyes at the moment expressed the inward pain & terror that one feels him always fighting. Then he talked a lot about Poland, & showed me an album of family photographs of the 60's—spoke about how dream-like all that seems, & how he sometimes feels he ought not to have had any children, because they have no roots or traditions or relations.
ellauri046.html on line 933: If you have any pluck, kiss me!
ellauri048.html on line 926: Goethe plucks the flower although it tells him not to do so. He takes it to his house and plants it in his garden. He wants to tell us, viewers or readers, look how noble I am, he because he takes it home. He doesn't realize that by taking the flower home he is taking her wild life away and domisticating it in his factory (garden). In that he is not different from industrialists and people who practise green house raising. It is like enslaving his flower and on top of that he wants to be applauded and praised because he doesn't kill it. However, he does't listen to what his flower says: do not pluck me or I will die.
ellauri048.html on line 932: I pluck you out of the crannies, sut poimin rakosista pois,
ellauri050.html on line 235: Their angel plucked them from me by the hair. niiden enkeli pelasti ne multa tukasta nostamalla.
ellauri051.html on line 1503: 901 His was the surly English pluck, and there is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be; 901 Hänen oli äreä englantilainen kynä, eikä ole olemassa kovempaa tai todenmukaisempaa, eikä ole koskaan ollut eikä tule olemaankaan;
ellauri051.html on line 1699: 1090 The black ship mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets -- but the pluck of the captain and engineers? 1090 Musta laiva postitetaan raudalla, sen mahtavat aseet torneissaan – mutta kapteenin ja insinöörien ryöstö?
ellauri069.html on line 485: To varying degrees, and woefully oversimplified, most of the novels pit a plucky heroine or poor, priapic, paranoid schnook against some vast, bureaucratic, merciless conspiracy.
ellauri095.html on line 580: The ´New York Times´, in the best traditions of media coverage, focused on the "weirdness of the scene". The newspaper contrasted the nuns´ "terror-stricken conduct", frozen with terror, and "deaf to all entreaties", with the "plucky" behaviour of the stewardess who tried to encourage them to leave the saloon for rigging as the water rose around them. One of the nuns was heard to cry in a voice heard above the storm "O my God, make it quick, make it quick". Hopkins, however, saw these words as an example of courage in the fate of extremity, and as the active seeking of the soul reaching towards God.
ellauri100.html on line 921: Lizzie pluck’d purple and rich golden flags,
ellauri156.html on line 800: (5) David's sin, like all sin, is never worth the price. I have actually had people ask me what the penalty for a certain sin would be, planning to do it and then be forgiven. There are those who toy with sin, thinking that if they sin, they may suffer some consequences, but that God is obliged to forgive them, and thus their eternal future is certain and secure, no matter what they do, even if intentionally. I know of one situation in which a church leader left his wife and ran off with the wife of another, planning to later repent, and then expecting to be welcomed back into the fellowship of that church. This is presumptuous sin, sin of the most serious and dangerous kind. Rather than open a “can of worms” at this point in this message, let me simply say this: “No one ever chooses to sin, and then comes out of it with a smile on their face.” My friend Dawg will almost certainly wipe that smug smirk off their face. I still seethe when I think of that colleague of mine, and how he got away with dumping her hag and plucking a dainty dish from Brother ... (better not say). Took just a few months for the brotherhood to relent. Fuck, it shouldn't be that easy! A little more speedy delivery of the retribution would be indicated, don't you think, milord? Not that I criticize you in any way, milord.
ellauri241.html on line 179: She plucks the fruit unseen, she bathes unseen: Hän poimii hedelmiä näkymättömästi, hän kylpee näkymättömänä:
ellauri241.html on line 1245: To pluck thee from me? Your dad?

ellauri353.html on line 277: The Friedmans were recent guests at the Commonwealth Club of Kalak it in Los Angeles. Each author speaks and then takes questions from the audience. Good afternoon and welcome to today's meeting of the common a Club of California. Brought to you from the St Francis Hotel relooking Union Square. I am doing an orderly chair. We also welcome the listener. A.W. F.M. in Sitka Alaska. One of more than two hundred twenty five stations across the country. Joining us for America's longest running. Radio program. We invite all our listeners here and on radio. To visit the club's website. At W.W.W. Commonwealth Club. Dot org. And now for today's speakers. It is with great pleasure that I introduce those plucky Jews, the Friedmans. The Friedmans are with us today. Connection with their recently published memoirs. Bucky people. Published by the University of Chicago. Press this year. They have been partners in love. And in life. For over sixty years.
xxx/ellauri130.html on line 141: "Who pluck off their skin from off them, and their flesh from off their bones; Who also eat the flesh of my people, and flay their skin from off them; and they break their bones, and chop them in pieces, as for the pot, and as flesh within the caldron." -- Micah 3:2-3
xxx/ellauri186.html on line 452: That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd the rose,
xxx/ellauri230.html on line 640: "I pluck chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge,

xxx/ellauri251.html on line 578: With deeds to do and praise to pluck from thee.
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1125: ⁠As a brand plucked forth of a pyre,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1622: But from sharp words and wits men pluck no fruit,
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