So cold, so icy that one burns one's fingers on him! Every hand that touches him pulls away in fright!--And for that very reason, ...some take him to be glowing hot.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-Cross, To see an old woman get up on her horse.... Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes, And so she makes music wherever she goes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I had rather munch a crust of brown bread and an onion in a corner, without any more ado or ceremony, than feed upon turkey at ano...ther man's table, where one is fain to sit mincing and chewing his meat an hour together, drink little, be always wiping his fingers and his chops, and never dare to cough nor sneeze, though he has never so much a mind to it, nor do a many things which a body may do freely by one's self.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In states of perplexity men will rub their chins with their hand, or tug at the lobes of their ears, or rub their foreheads or che...eks or back of the neck. Women have very different gestures in such states. They will either put a finger on their lower front teeth with the mouth slightly open or pose a finger under the chin. Other masculine gestures in states of perplexity are: rubbing one's nose, placing the flexed fingers over the mouth, rubbing the side of the neck, rubbing the infraorbital part of the face, rubbing the closed eyes, and picking the nose. These are all masculine gestures; so is rubbing the back of the hand or the front of the thigh, and pursing of the lips.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Red Cross in its nature, it aims and purposes, and consequently, its methods, is unlike any other organization in the country.... It is an organization of physical action, of instantaneous action, at the spur of the moment; it cannot await the ordinary deliberation of organized bodies if it would be of use to suffering humanity, ... [ellipsis in original] it has by its nature a field of its own.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Although its growth may seem to have been slow, it is to be remembered that it is not a shrub, or plant, to shoot up in the summer... and wither in the frosts. The Red Cross is a part of us--it has come to stay--and like the sturdy oak, its spreading branches shall yet encompass and shelter the relief of the nation.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is a mountain in the distant West That, sun-defying, in its deep ravines... Displays a cross of snow upon its side. Such is the cross I wear upon my breast These eighteen years, through all the changing scenes And seasons, changeless since the day she died.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Christopher Cross: You shouldn't be alone in the street so late at night. Kitty March: I was coming home from work.... Christopher Cross: You work this late? Kitty March: Mmm, hmmm. Christopher Cross: What do you do? Kitty March: Guess. Christopher Cross: You're an actress. Kitty March: Oh, you are clever!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »