Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things; there is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part, w...hich will not be taken away from her.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He saw Mr. Lincoln but once; at the melancholy function called an Inaugural Ball. Of course he looked anxiously for a sign of char...acter. He saw a long, awkward figure; a plain, ploughed face; a mind, absent in part, and in part evidently worried by white kid gloves; features that expressed neither self-satisfaction nor any other familiar Americanism, but rather the same painful sense of becoming educated and of needing education that tormented a private secretary, above all a lack of apparent force. Any private secretary in the least fit for his business would have thought, as Adams did, that no man living needed so much education as the new President but that all the education he could get would not be enough.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is of course, entirely possible that men (or anyone who is relatively privileged) are most defensive, most obstinate and unseei...ng when they are worried about losing privileges.... In the reactions of husbands, I detect a haunting worry about what they will lose when true gender equality arrives.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A bone, polished in wet and sun,... worried of wild beaks, and of the whelps' teeth worried of flesh, left to bleach under the sun.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You're driving along the highway licketty-split, see. You're in a hurry and you're worried about whether you're goin' to lose your... job and whether that blonde's going to be at that drug store tonight like she said she would an' about whether there's enough oil an' that knock in the motor. You see modern man lives in conditions of strain, affect we students of psychology call it. You go along staring straight in front of you, crazy to get someplace and what do you see?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Butte citizen's blood pressure rises and falls with the price of copper. He opposes war "and yet, when you come to think of it..., war would probably raise the price of copper and increase work and wages ..." Sometimes he is half-convinced that Butte is the real capital of the United States and copper instead of gold the proper standard of values. If he is a miner, or has friends or near relatives in the mines, he is often grim and worried. Butte's streets are crowded nightly with persons intent upon a round of pleasure in bars and gambling places, some seeking to forget the fears of daily existence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Some punishment seems preparing for a people who are ungratefully abusing the best constitution and the best King any nation was e...ver blessed with, intent on nothing but luxury, licentiousness, power, places, pensions, and plunder; while the ministry, divided in their counsels, with little regard for each other, worried by perpetual oppositions, in continual apprehension of changes, intent on securing popularity in case they should lose favor, have for some years past had little time or inclination to attend to our small affairs, whose remoteness makes them appear even smaller.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
MAMA: Son--how come you talk so much 'bout money? WALTER: Because it is life, Mama!... MAMA: Oh--So now it's life. Money is life. Once upon a time freedom used to be life--now it's money. I guess the world really do change ... WALTER: No--it was always money, Mama. We just didn't know about it. MAMA: No ... something has changed. You something new, boy. In my time we was worried about not being lynched and getting to the North if we could and how to stay alive and still have a pinch of dignity too.... Now here come you and Beneatha--talking 'bout things we ain't never even thought about hardly, me and your daddy. You ain't satisfied or proud of nothing we done. I mean that you had a home; that we kept you out of trouble till you was grown; that you don't have to ride to work on the back of nobody's streetcar--You my children--but how different we done become.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Captain Prescott: I don't like this. I don't like her coming here. Mr. Beardsley: She's had me worried for some time, a woman... of that sort. T.R. Devlin: What sort is that, Mr. Beardsley? Mr. Beardsley: I don't think any of us have any illusions about her character, have we Devlin? Devlin: Not at all. Not in the slightest. Miss Huberman is first, last, and always not a lady. She may be risking her life, but when it comes to being a lady, she doesn't hold a candle to your wife, sir, sitting in Washington playing bridge with three other ladies of great honor and virtue.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »