That widow's peak is preposterous. God. It really makes you feel the sad dearth of widow's peaks in daily life. We could, like, use him as breeding stock to seed widow's peaks into the populace.''My god. What's with all the mating and seed talk?''I'm just saying, ' Zuzana said reasonably. 'I'm crazy about Mik, okay, but that doesn't mean I can't do my part for the proliferation of widow's peaks. As a favor to the gene pool. You would, too, right? Or maybe... ' She shot Karou a sidelong glance. 'You already have?
The widow's eyebrows raised. "Ye've got all these nasty pooches to run around with and ye still might die?" "I'm going to go fight with a god, some demons, and a coven of witches who all want to kill me," I said, "so it's a distinct possibility." "Are y'goin' t'kill 'em back?" "I'd certainly like to." "Attaboy," the widow chuckled. "Off y'go, then. Kill every last one o' the bastards and call me in the mornin'.
The black widow, who had dispatched a lover or two, was sought out for her wisdom. The young spider asked her, "Did you keep his harmful secret under the threat of danger, or did you spin a web so confusing that he didn't know if you were friend or foe? Did you release him from the web and your presence or will you give another the venom in which to finish him?" The black widow was quiet and then said, "All of the above.
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Oberon's been kidnapped along with one of the werewolves, and that's why we're all so upset. We'll talk more tomorrow, and I promise to answer all your questions if I survive the night, ' I said. The widow's eyebrows raised. 'Ye've got all these nasty pooches to run around with and ye still might die?' 'I'm going to go fight with a god, some demons, and a coven of witches who all want to kill me, ' I said, 'so it's a distinct possibility.' 'Are y'goin' t'kill 'em back?' 'I'd certainly like to.' 'Attaboy, ' the widow chuckled. 'Off y'go, then. Kill every last one o' the bastards and call me in the mornin'.
Humble patience, tirelessness and persistence in prayer conquer the unconquerable God and incline Him to mercy. According to the Lord's parable, the importunity of the widow inclined a wicked and unjust judge to grant her petition (cf. Lk. 18:1 ff.). The Lord gave this parable for a special purpose ? to teach us not to faint, but to pray patiently. If an unjust judge was persuaded to grant the petition of the widow, how can God fail to incline His ear to our prayers, if we persist in imploring Him since He is the essence of lovingkindness?
You don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly. There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth. That is nothing. I never seen anybody but lied one time or another, without it was Aunt Polly, or the widow, or maybe Mary. Aunt Polly""Tom's Aunt Polly, she is""and Mary, and the Widow Douglas is all told about in that book, which is mostly a true book, with some stretchers, as I said before.
A poor old Widow in her weeds Sowed her garden with wild-flower seeds; Not too shallow, and not too deep, And down came April - drip - drip - drip. Up shone May, like gold, and soon Green as an arbour grew leafy June. And now all summer she sits and sews Where willow herb, comfrey, bugloss blows, Teasle and pansy, meadowsweet, Campion, toadflax, and rough hawksbit; Brown bee orchis, and Peals of Bells; Clover, burnet, and thyme she smells; Like Oberon's meadows her garden is Drowsy from dawn to dusk with bees. Weeps she never, but sometimes sighs, And peeps at her garden with bright brown eyes; And all she has is all she needs - A poor Old Widow in her weeds.
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