“The green eyes found the black, but after a second, something in
the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed,
blank, and empty. The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor,
and Snape moved no more.”
I knew a lady very like your sister — the same impulsive sweetness of temper — who was forced into, as you put it, a better acquaintance with the world. The result was only ruination and despair. Do not desire it, Miss Dashwood.
Colonel Brandon was now as happy, as all those who best loved him, believed he deserved to be;—in Marianne he was consoled for every past affliction;—her regard and her society restored his mind to animation, and his spirits to cheerfulness; and that Marianne found her own happiness in forming his, was equally the persuasion and delight of each observing friend.
“I just wanted to tell you that I thought a lot about what you said. But I want you to know that I’m not a complete braincase, okay? I understand completely that it’s just a TV show. I know there’s no beryllium sphere, no digital conveyer, no ship…” “Hold it. Stop for a second, stop. It’s all real.” “Oh my God, I knew it. I knew it! I knew it!”