Ничто не говорит о личности женщины меньше, чем ткань, цвет, покрой ее одежды, ибо они от нее не зависят; женщина едва успевает бросить на них одобрительный взгляд, когда ей укажут, какой надо носить фасон и цвет, потому что где-то за нее уже решили, что сейчас надо одеваться так, а не иначе.
Взгляды множества людей словно стирают с лица индивидуальность, обкатывают его, как волна камень.
Местность может быть красивой, величественной, полезной для здоровья, удобной для жизни, но если она не населена воспоминаниями, она неизбежно становится в тягость тому, кто в ней поселился, лишившись общения с подобными себе.
Nay, from the highest point of view, to precisely describe a human being, the focus of a universe--how impossible. But, apart from transcendentalism, there never probably lived a person who was in herself more completely a reductio ad absurdum of attempts to appraise a woman even externally by items of face and figure.
He had a marvellous power of making trees grow. Although he would seem to shovel in the earth quite carelessly there was a sort of sympathy between himself and the fir, oak, or beech that he was operating on; so that the roots took hold of the soil in a few days.
Ночь - это странное существо, - в четырех стенах она побуждает человека к губительному самоанализу и вселяет недоверие к себе, и та же ночь под открытым небом гонит душевную тревогу, представляя ее недостойной внимания.
The physiognomy of a deserted highway expresses solitude to a degree that is not reached by mere dales or downs, and bespeaks a tomb-like stillness more emphatic than that of glades and pools.
Even among the moodiest, the tendency to be cheered is stronger than the tendency to be cast down; and a soul's specific gravity constantly re-asserts itself as less than that of the sea of troubles into which it is thrown.
He blushed a little, shook his head at her, and drove on ahead into the streets, the churches, the abbey, and other mediæval buildings on this clear bright morning having the linear distinctness of architectural drawings, as if the original dream and vision of the conceiving master-mason were for a brief hour flashed down through the centuries to an unappreciative age.
Although the time of bare boughs had now set in, there were sheltered hollows amid the Hintock plantations and copses in which a more tardy leave-taking than on windy summits was the rule with the foliage. This caused here and there an apparent mixture of the seasons; so that in some of the dells they passed by holly berries in full red growing beside oak and hazel whose leaves were as yet not far removed from green, and brambles whose verdure was rich and deep as in the month of August. To Grace these wellknown peculiarities were as an old painting restored.