A miracle. Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, i will have thee, but by this light i take thee for pity. Beatrice: i would not deny you, but by this good day, i yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life, for i was told you were in a consumption. Benedick: peace. I will stop your mouth.
Rage is really only for the good days. The truth is there's little of that left. The truth is that the forms i see have been slowly emptied out. They no longer have any content. They are shapes only. A train, a wall, a world. Or a man. A thing dangling in senseless articulation in a howling void. No meaning to its life. Its words. Why would i seek the company of such a thing? Why?
They called themselves the munrungs. it meant the people, or the true human beings. it's what most people call themselves, to begin with. and then one day the tribe meets some other people or, if it's not been a good day, the enemy. if only they'd think up a name like some more true human beings, it'd save a lot of trouble later on
Mr. Moony presents his compliments to professor snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.Mr. Prongs agrees with mr. Moony, and would like to add that professor snape is an ugly git.Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.Mr. Wormtail bids professor snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.
How strange it is, anna. Yesterday, i have filed in my mind as a good day, notwithstanding it was filled with mortal illness and the grieving of the recently bereft. Yet it is a good day, for the simple fact that no one died upon it. We are brought to a sorry state, that we measure what is good by such a shortened yardstick.
That he liked to think of himself as a philosopher. That he questioned all things, even the most simple, to the extent that when someone passing him on the street raised his hat and said, 'good day,' litvinoff often paused so long to weigh evidence that by the time he'd settled on an answer the person had gone on his way, leaving him standing alone.
This gave me occasion to observe, that when men are employ'd they are best contented. For on the days they work'd they were good-natur'd and chearful; and with the consciousness of having done a good days work they spent the evenings jollily; but on the idle days they were mutinous and quarrelsome, finding fault with their pork, the bread, and in continual ill-humour. (autobiography, 1771)