Reverie

Her resistance had not injured her with the gentleman, and he was thinking of her with some complacency, when thus accosted by Miss Bingley— “I can guess the subject of your reverie.” “I should imagine not.” “You are considering how insupportable it would be to pass many evenings in this manner—in such society; and indeed I am quite of your opinion.

The boy, curly-headed like his mother and glowing with health, sat on his knee, and Prince Andréy began telling him the story of Bluebeard, but fell into a reverie without finishing the story.

Even when we’ve good cards, Charley and I can’t make nothing of ’em.” Either the master or the manner of this remark, which was made very ruefully, delighted Charley Bates so much, that his consequent shout of laughter roused the Jew from his reverie, and induced him to inquire what was the matter.

Women,” he said wisely to Harry, “they’re easily upset.”“And yet,” said Hermione, coming out of her reverie, “I doubt you’d find a woman who sulked for half an hour because Madam Rosmerta didn’t laugh at their joke about the hag, the Healer, and the Mimbulus mimbletonia.”Ron scowled.

I had only old maps to guide me.” “They would have to be old, indeed, for star-positions to be misplaced.” Barr sat quite still, while the other’s eyes drifted away into a reverie.

Whales are scarce as hen’s teeth whenever thou art up here.” Perhaps they were; or perhaps there might have been shoals of them in the far horizon; but lulled into such an opium-like listlessness of vacant, unconscious reverie is this absentminded youth by the blending cadence of waves with thoughts, that at last he loses his identity; takes the mystic ocean at his feet for the visible image of that deep, blue, bottomless soul, pervading mankind and nature; and every strange, half-seen, gliding, beautiful thing that eludes him; every dimly-discovered, uprising fin of some undiscernible form, seems to him the embodiment of those elusive thoughts that only people the soul by continually flitting through it.

A noise broke his reverie, part roar and part moan.

The silence became almost painful when, by a violent effort, tearing himself from his pleasing reverie: “Madame,” said he at length, “I pray you to excuse my emotion, which must astonish you who are only accustomed to the happiness I meet here; but contentment is so new a sight to me, that I could never be weary of looking at yourself and your husband.” “We are very happy, monsieur,” replied Julie; “but we have also known unhappiness, and few have ever undergone more bitter sufferings than ourselves.” The count’s features displayed an expression of the most intense curiosity.

I’m the only one that has sense enough to keep out of mischief.” Jo thought intently for a minute, with her eyes fixed on the picture; then she smoothed out her wrinkled forehead, and said, with a decided nod at the face opposite, “No, thank you, sir; you’re very charming, but you’ve no more stability than a weathercock; so you needn’t write touching notes, and smile in that insinuating way, for it won’t do a bit of good, and I won’t have it.” Then she sighed, and fell into a reverie, from which she did not wake till the early twilight sent her down to take new observations, which only confirmed her suspicion.

Irri broke her reverie to tell her that Ser Jorah Mormont was outside, awaiting her pleasure.

“I have been happy in another way.” “How, how?” “Well, I’ll tell you,” said the prince, apparently in a deep reverie.

However that may be, there are on earth men who—are they men?—perceive distinctly at the verge of the horizons of reverie the heights of the absolute, and who have the terrible vision of the infinite mountain.

This idea plunged me into a reverie so despairing and frightful that even now, when the scene is on the point of closing before me for ever, I shudder to reflect on it.

Apply correctional therapy to the afflicted!” “Love is considered a sign of rot in Sisters.” “I see signs of rot in you!” As though she followed Odrade’s thoughts, Bellonda dragged Odrade out of reverie.

The cloud-pale unicorns, the eyes of aquamarine, The quivering half-closed eyelids, the rags of cloud or of lace, Or eyes that rage has brightened, arms it has made lean, Give place to an indifferent multitude, give place To brazen hawks.31 Nor self-delighting reverie, Nor hate of what’s to come, nor pity for what’s gone, Nothing but grip of claw, and the eye’s complacency, The innumerable clanging wings that have put out the moon.

“What?” She was not pleased to be jerked out of her reverie.

He found no one downstairs; he went up to the first floor to their room; saw her dress still hanging at the foot of the alcove; then, leaning against the writing-table, he stayed until the evening, buried in a sorrowful reverie.

Sancho recalled him from his reverie.

The chaplain relished the privacy and isolation of his verdant surroundings and the reverie and meditation that living there fostered.