Ugly sisters

Within heaven itself To see once more the one she loves She traces back her steps And says to him : « My tomb is green ! Upon this deserted land Why await ? I am not here ! » It’s the pale shade of a father Who called our names when he died; It’s a sister, it’s a brother Who precede us by a moment All those, in the end, whose life Snatched on one day or another Takes away a portion of us They seem to say beneath the stone « You who can see the light of day Are we in your memories still ? » Georges

 to  such  of  the  religious  as  were  more  daring.  In  many  places   not  two  out  of  twenty  remained  alive.  …  A  very  great  number  of  the  saintly  sisters  [religious  nuns]  of  the   Hôtel-­‐Dieu  [literally,  'God's  House'  –  an  early  hospital  in  Paris]  who,  not  fearing  to  die,  nursed  the  sick  in  all   sweetness

infidelity to the surface, will assuredly throw off this evil, and marriage will become purer when the scum is gone. PAGE 66 Thou art right, immortal Shakespeare, great poet of humanity: 3 Sweet are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head. 6 9 12 15 Salutary sorrow Trials teach mortals not to lean on a material staff, — a broken reed, which pierces the heart. We do not half remember this in the sunshine of joy and

Wayne Sentinel for six consecutive weeks but the wording never changed; verification by the neighbors was never published. Surely neighbors who accompanied a wronged and outraged father in such a grim task would want to complete the clearing up of ugly rumors if it all happened the way Joseph Smith Sr. said it did. Not giving their affidavits nullified the value of their effort, like laboring all day for an employer and then not bothering to pick up their wages. Furthermore, that the notice ran for

produce a poetical work or a realistic work, is to endeavour to coerce his temperament, to take exception to his originality, to forbid his using the eyes and wits bestowed on him by Nature. To blame him for seeing things as beautiful or ugly, as mean or epic, as gracious or sinister, is to reproach him for not being made on this or that pattern, and for having eyes which do not see exactly as ours see. t Let him be free by all means to conceive of j things as he pleases, provided

1994 Subhendu Guha, executive vice president of United Solar Systems in Troy, Michigan, was lecturing on the benefits of solar energy and showing a picture of solar cells arrayed on the roof of a house. An architect in the audience said, "But it's so ugly. Who would want that on their house?" That remark got Guha thinking about how to make the photovoltaics look more like the roof, instead of mounting the solar cells on frames that jut skyward. Two years later, Guha's innovation came off the assembly

and impurity has perished, then in its place will appear the new man of gentleness, patience, goodwill, humility, and purity. Let the old life of sin and sorrow pass; let the new life of Righteousness and Joy come in. ... Then all that was old and ugly will be made new and beautiful. It is in the realization of this Principle where the Kingdom of Heaven, the abiding home of the soul, resides, and which is the source and storehouse of every permanent blessing. A life of virtue is noble and excellent

tone) followed by a sequence of 500 beats per second pulses to sound the all clear and calm the hive. The queen bee has a particularly rich range of sounds. When a new queen hatches she makes a high-pitched chirrup called “piping” or “tooting.” Her sisters (still curled up inside their cells) answer with a croaklike call called “quarking.” This is a big mistake: there can only be one queen. Using the quarks as a guide, the hatched queen picks each off in turn, tearing open their cells and either stinging

half-empty bottle of whiskey on the table beside his chair. It was an improvement. On a normal Sunday both would be empty by now, the pain of the previous night having been spiraled out by the scotch. He smiled to himself, once again blessing an older sister in Coventry who made the scotch possible with her monthly stipend. She was a good girl, Bess was, and God knew she could afford a hell of a lot more than she sent him, but he was grateful she did what she did. And one day she would stop, the money

Hugo cannot be entirely exculpated. He saw with his heart, and seeing with the heart must always mean partial vision. For at the root of Hugo's nature lay an immense pity, pity not merely for the suffering, but for what is base or criminal, or what is ugly or degraded. It was this pity which is the keynote of Notre−Dame de Paris and Les Misérables; it is this pity which inspired much of the Légende des Siècles. The defence of the weak by the strong is one of his constant themes, as witness Éviradnus