And under my breath I was telling it to hisht and for shame, and if I had known any swearing I would have had that in, too.
Richard LlewellynO, there is lovely to feel a book, a good book, firm in the hand, for its fatness holds rich promise, and you are hot inside to think of good hours to come.
Richard LlewellynMen lose their birthrights for a mess of pottage only if they stop using the gifts given them by God for their betterment. By prayer. That is the first and greatest gift. Use the gift of prayer. Ask for strength of mind, and a clear vision. Then sense. Use your sense. … Think long and well. By prayer and good thought you will conquer all enemies.
Richard LlewellynOh there is lovely to feel a book, a good book, firm in the hand, for its fatness holds rich promise, and you are hot inside to think of good hours to come.
Richard LlewellynMots clés how-green-was-my-valley
I saw my father as a man, and not, as a man who was my father.
Richard LlewellynBut you have gone now, all of you that were so beautiful when you were quick with life. Yet not gone, for you are still a living truth inside my mind.
So how are you dead, my brothers and sisters, and all of you , when you live with me as surely as I live with myself.
How green was my valley then, and the valley of them that have gone.
Richard LlewellynEverywhere was singing, all over the house was singing, and outside the house was alive with singing, and the very air was song.
Richard LlewellynThere is beautiful you are."
"No," said Marged, between a sigh and a sob.
"Yes," said Owen.
"No," said Marged, not so certain.
"Behold," Owen said, from Solomon. "thou art fair. Thou hast dove's eyes."
"Dove's eyes are small." Marged said.
"Yours are so big they are my whole world," said Owen.
How can there be fury felt for things that are gone to dust.
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