She went on: “From the very beginning—from the first moment, I may almost say—of my acquaintance with you, your manners, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form the groundwork of disapprobation on which succeeding events have built so immovable a dislike; and I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry.”
— from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

"From the very beginning, from the first moment I may almost say, of my acquaintance with you, your manners impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form that ground-work of disapprobation, on which succeeding events have built so immoveable a dislike; and I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry."
— from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

The atmosphere, violently agitated by the electric commotions, could not recover its former purity, and there was almost invariably rain and fog, except for three or four fine days on which several excursions were made.
— from The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne

Yet it is such a great and exceedingly noble art, its effect on the inmost nature of man is so powerful, and it is so entirely and deeply understood by him in his inmost consciousness as a perfectly universal language, the distinctness of which surpasses even that of the perceptible world itself, that we certainly have more
— from The World as Will and Idea (Vol. 1 of 3) by Arthur Schopenhauer

Nevertheless, there are many which have persisted up until a recent date, or which still exist with a relative autonomy: celebrations of May Day, the summer solstice or the carnival, beliefs relative to genii, local demons, etc., are cases in point.
— from The Elementary Forms of the Religious Life by Émile Durkheim

(who, from drinking only water, supposed every body who drank wine to be elevated,) 'I won't argue any more with you, Sir.
— from Boswell's Life of Johnson Abridged and edited, with an introduction by Charles Grosvenor Osgood by James Boswell

(225) Third daughter of William second Earl of Harrington, and wife of Richard sixth Earl of Barrymore, who, dying in 1780, left issue Richard and Henry, each of whom became, successively, Earl of Barrymore; a title which expired upon the death of the latter, in 1823.-E. (226) Madame de Marchais, n`ee Laborde, married to a valet-de-chambre of Louis XV1.
— from The Letters of Horace Walpole, Earl of Orford — Volume 4 by Horace Walpole

Have you not known men and women, legions of them, who shouted their fire-proof Belief, Belief, Belief, their fire-insurance Belief that was to roof them from rain of fire and act as an umbrella against the results of their own misdeeds; who underscored their Bibles, and prayed long and loud, and proclaimed themselves right, when every day, every act of every day, every leastermost act of very hour, shouted blasphemous denial of what so ever is lovely and pure and unselfish and Christlike; whose influence damned and injured and blighted every life it touched?
— from The Freebooters of the Wilderness by Agnes C. Laut

"Good thing you're here," said Docchi once when she entered.
— from Address: Centauri by F. L. (Floyd L.) Wallace

But if I return to them as one already disposed of we shall easily be able to find out which of the sisters has been acting a part and, perhaps, I may even discover that one of them has secretly monopolized my heart.
— from The Dead Lake, and Other Tales by Paul Heyse

“Now for the land of Rob Roy and Fergus MacIvor!—the scenery immortalized by the poetical descriptions of Walter Scott,” exclaimed James Starr.
— from The Underground City; Or, The Black Indies (Sometimes Called The Child of the Cavern) by Jules Verne

Johnson (who, from drinking only water, supposed every body who drank wine to be elevated,) 'I won't [Pg 109] argue any more with you, Sir.
— from The Story of Doctor Johnson; Being an Introduction to Boswell's Life by S. C. (Sydney Castle) Roberts