81 Quotes About Be-my-wolff

Hell! His beard grows fast as blazes, like a damp wicket in springtime sun, green, and Rachel's skin is so fine, his bristles can score her red the way a new ball marks a bat, English alum on English unbleached willow, finest quality, special selection, Rachel-grade. Zach, my man, you have cricket on the brain! Thomas has asked him to play on Sunday. Bring Rachel, he said. Thomas 'All Souls' Aubry, gentleman, corinthian at heart, and half French yet more English than a true-born.

And you wouldn't eat your egg.''My palace was inside.

Ah, Sam, sighs Tom Spring to himself. These are your beginnings. And in your beginnings, my end! Oh how the recollections connect, each to each, as links in a chain!

Did I ever tell you I was challenged to a duel once, when I was a student in Geneva?""No!" Zach exclaims. "Fantastic! I'd love to fight a duel!

What I was really thinking,' resumes Rachel, 'is—well, that there's fate, you see. I don't dismiss it, I don't think it's idiotic. It's quite scientific, actually. What we become. Who we—meet, end up with,' she continues, flames in her cheeks.'You think we would have met, no matter what? Even if I were some lushy? Some loon? Street kid?''You're laughing at me.''Just asking,' he says.'Everyone has one person, I think. For life. That's all.

And am I there?''Always. I'd say, always. You're everywhere, in all the dreams. Sometimes it's your face I dream, but not you. Not your personality, not you at all except for the face. And sometimes I know it's you, definitely you, but your face is a blur—or you're not a person, but a dog or—

Hear me," she insists. "I shan't survive it, do you understand? If you get hurt. I shan't survive it.

He rises off the bed and tries to speak, but cannot stop the pain in his throat, and cannot articulate a word, capable only of an animal sound, a strangulated wheeze that shocks him deeply, enraging him, this sudden loss of the faculty of speech that feels somehow bestial and low.

Jack Broughton was a fighter, the father of boxing. He had a fondness for flowers and his sister named Rose. He knew many names of flowers and many varieties of rose.There is no sweeter beauty, he believed, than an English Rose.