He wanted to put one question to Stepan Arkadyevitch, but he could not bring himself to the point, and could not find the words or the moment in which to put it.
— from Anna Karenina by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

“There they are... bringing her, coming...
— from War and Peace by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

A woman who has loved her husband and borne him children, would naturally be grieved at losing him, even though he were a worse man than Ulysses, who they say was like a god.
— from The Odyssey Rendered into English prose for the use of those who cannot read the original by Homer

"You're George's mother, old lady; that's about what you are, I believe?" says Mr. Bucket aside, with his hat already on and buttoning his coat.
— from Bleak House by Charles Dickens

And, as Hester Prynne had no selfish ends, nor lived in any measure for her own profit and enjoyment, people brought all their sorrows and perplexities, and besought her counsel, as one who had herself gone through a mighty trouble.
— from The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

He had no theories about setting the world to rights, but he saw there was a great deal of damage done by building with ill-seasoned timber—by ignorant men in fine clothes making plans for outhouses and workshops and the like without knowing the bearings of things—by slovenly joiners' work, and by hasty contracts that could never be fulfilled without ruining somebody; and he resolved, for his part, to set his face against such doings.
— from Adam Bede by George Eliot

Like the ancient philosopher he sees the world pervaded by analogies, but he can also tell 'why in some cases a single instance is sufficient for an induction' (Mill's Logic), while in other cases a thousand examples would prove nothing.
— from The Republic by Plato

When Nietzsche renounced the musical career, in order to devote himself to philology, and gave himself up to the most strenuous study, he did not find it essential completely to suppress his other tendencies: as before, he continued both to compose and derive pleasure from music, and [Pg xvii] even studied counterpoint somewhat seriously.
— from The Birth of Tragedy; or, Hellenism and Pessimism by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

They had made a big half circle across the plain, and were spreading out into a line.
— from The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling

e. "Let us say nothing about it to him till the plan is settled; then I'll run away before he can collect his wits and be tragical.
— from Little Women; Or, Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy by Louisa May Alcott

He went back to his little village of plain people, and took up life again as best he could.
— from A Poor Wise Man by Mary Roberts Rinehart

The Archbishop of St. Andrews, in his sermon at Perth Assembly, because he could not prove this indifferency, he chose to suppose it.
— from The Works of Mr. George Gillespie (Vol. 1 of 2) by George Gillespie

Go away before he comes, lest he devour you.”
— from The Golden Maiden, and other folk tales and fairy stories told in Armenia by A. K. Seklemian

Then he went to Cosmo’s window and glanced out for a moment; then he returned with a deep, almost angry flush on his face, muttering something about “never alone,"—then he thrust his arm into Cosmo’s, and bade him come along.
— from The Laird of Norlaw; A Scottish Story by Mrs. (Margaret) Oliphant

He looked again at his pupil; laid his wasted hand on the lad's hand and said with a quiet smile:— 'My son, send to Fra Guglielmo and bid him come to-morrow.
— from The Romance of Leonardo da Vinci, the Forerunner by Dmitry Sergeyevich Merezhkovsky

Jane was fair, Ann was dark, with black locks and black hairy cunt—a very long cunt, with a small tight hole in it, and above it a wide-spread projecting mount, splendidly furnished with hair.
— from The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel by Anonymous

The Major was mute and before he could find an answer there came a burst of laughter from the adjacent shrubbery, a chorus of merriment that grew to a roar.
— from Our Admirable Betty: A Romance by Jeffery Farnol

“Why, Lord Farquhart is—why, he’s just the new Lord Farquhart that was Mr. Percy Gordon not so long ago, before he came into a title that carried no wealth with it,” the innkeeper’s fat voice answered.
— from Ainslee's, Vol. 15, No. 6, July 1905 by Various