He sat and looked at her. 'How is Mary Darling?' 'Fast asleep after playing and having a bath, ' she said. 'The nursery is lovely.' 'I'm glad you like it.' 'Rose and Annie are obviously practiced nursemaids, and what is even better, they seem to like Mary, and she them.' He grunted. 'It would take a hard heart to turn away from my Mary Darling.' A smile curved the corners of her lips. 'You didn't seem too enamored of her when you first met.' 'She has a forceful personality, as do I. We just took a bit to get to know one another.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Edgar Allan Poe
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Hush now, my darling It's all okay Nothing can hurt you The world won't end today Lay down your head Get some rest This time will pass We're coming up on the best Just give it time It's all gonna change But remember it takes time For things to rearrange There are happy people in happy places My darling, out there One day, it'll change One day, it'll change
Darling, my darling, don't think that I don't love you or that I didn't love you, but it's precisely because I love you that I couldn't have become what I am today if you were still here. It's impossible to have a child and despise the world as it is, because that's the world we've put the child into. The child makes us care about the world, think about it's future, willingly join in its racket and its turmoils, take its incurable stupidity seriously.
Mrs. Darling: There are many different kinds of bravery. There's the bravery of thinking of others before one's self. Now, your father has never brandished a sword nor fired a pistol, thank heavens. But he has made many sacrifices for his family, and put away many dreams. Michael: Where did he put them? Mrs. Darling: He put them in a drawer. And sometimes, late at night, we take them out and admire them. But it gets harder and harder to close the drawer... He does. And that is why he is brave.
James M. Barrie
The things you were talking about. The lights and the flowers. Do they expect those things to make them romantic, not the other way around?' 'Darling, what do you mean?' 'There wasn't a person there who enjoyed it, ' she said, her voice lifeless, 'or who thought or felt anything at all. They moved about, and they said the same dull things they say anywhere. I suppose they thought the lights would make it brilliant.' 'Darling, you take everything too seriously. One is not supposed to be intellectual at a ball. One is simply supposed to be gay.' 'How? By being stupid?
Be nobody's darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around You like a shawl, To parry stones To keep you warm. Watch the people succumb To madness With ample cheer; Let them look askance at you And you askance reply. Be an outcast; Be pleased to walk alone (Uncool) Or line the crowded River beds With other impetuous Fools. Make a merry gathering On the bank Where thousands perished For brave hurt words They said. Be nobody's darling; Be an outcast. Qualified to live Among your dead.
Nowhere in politics is there such a mismatch between public and private realm as in transport. Everyone on the M6 last weekend would have agreed with Transport Minister Alasdair Darling's reported hatred of cars. They too wanted drivers off the roads and on to public transport. Go to it, Mr Darling, they cried in unison, get rid of all those cars. Except, of course, their own. Other people's cars are traffic. My car is the outward essence of my being. It is my hat, stick and cane. It embodies my freedom as a citizen and my right as a democrat. My car is my soul in flight.
That's our clue. I know where he is now.' Alessandro said, pulling her away from the dead fish. 'A dead fish means... what? The docks?' Bree asked. Alessandro gave her a small smile. 'You're as smart as you are exquisite, my darling.' 'I'm sorry. A crazy man has my son. Could we get a move on now?' Bree pushed him towards the door. 'Forgive me, darling. Old habits.' Bree rolled her eyes, but she was grateful for the brief, light moment. It allowed her to regroup and focus, to lift her head from the haze of panic that gripped her thus far.
Come, my child," I said, trying to lead her away. "Wish good-bye to the poor hare, and come and look for blackberries." "Good-bye, poor hare!" Sylvie obediently repeated, looking over her shoulder at it as we turned away. And then, all in a moment, her self-command gave way. Pulling her hand out of mine, she ran back to where the dead hare was lying, and flung herself down at its side in such an agony of grief as I could hardly have believed possible in so young a child. "Oh, my darling, my darling!" she moaned, over and over again. "And God meant your life to be so beautiful!
Come, my child, " I said, trying to lead her away. "Wish good-bye to the poor hare, and come and look for blackberries." "Good-bye, poor hare!" Sylvie obediently repeated, looking over her shoulder at it as we turned away. And then, all in a moment, her self-command gave way. Pulling her hand out of mine, she ran back to where the dead hare was lying, and flung herself down at its side in such an agony of grief as I could hardly have believed possible in so young a child. "Oh, my darling, my darling!" she moaned, over and over again. "And God meant your life to be so beautiful!