Book: Great expectations. Page 6

I'm out of cowardice did not do that obviously had to do the same out of cowardice did what to do obviously should not.

- I would not say, my dear, <...> that, thinking about someone, we thereby obtain a right to expect things from this man.

She didn't remember, she didn't care, and I began to cry again, but only in my heart - and this is the bitterest tears.

Real love is blind devotion, unrequited humility, self-abasement, is when you believe without asking questions, in spite of himself and the world, when the whole soul is given to torturer...

"Oh," retorted Estella, - I have, of course, is the heart in the sense that it can be pierced with a knife or shoot. And of course, if it stopped beating, I would have died. But you know what I mean. I have no soft - no hard feelings... sentiments... stupid.

It was a memorable day for me because it produced in me a big change. But it happens to everyone. Imagine what your life struck one especially important day, and think how differently it would have turned it over. You who read these lines, set aside for a moment the book and think about the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would not wound you if the first link it was not forged in a single, forever a memorable day for you.

Lie it is a lie. Wherever she went, still bad, because it is the father of lies and it leads back.

That is probably the fate of all the hermits - their memories are a little similar to their past life.

In response to my polite morning greeting he asked: "How much seven times nine?" What was I supposed to say to him, caught off guard, in a strange house, and, moreover, on an empty stomach?

There can be no deception worse than self-deception.

Children, whoever brought up, do not feel as painful as injustice. Let the injustice which had experienced a child, even a very small, but the child is small and his world small and his toy rocking horse still for us tall Irish horse.

Near candlelight always fawned upon midges and insects, but is it the fault of the candle?
Another option:
- About a burning candle and circling butterflies, and all sorts of nasty insects, ' said Estella, with a glance in his direction. - Can the candle to prevent it?

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.
Heaven knows - we shouldn't be ashamed of his tears they like rain wash away the dust stifling, searing our hearts.