Later on, when the government troops dislodged them from the place where they had made love, they did it among the cans of lard and sacks of corn in the back of the store.
love
money
death
love
— One Hundred Years of Solitude
— The Magic Mountain The brim of her felt hat was pulled down on one side by an olive-coloured veil she had tied under her chin, in an effect so charming that it was almost painful for all present—except Ferge, the only man who was not in love with her.
— The Decameron I was impelled to do it by excess of love, and indeed I am prepared to love you and serve you in all humility for the rest of my days.
— The Decameron Prompted by the love and tenderness that I have an obligation to bear him, I revealed my presence to you, when I could have remained concealed.
— The Tale of Genji Yes, I have even imagined that she must be dead, and fallen then into such despair that I hated my own life and would have ended it too, had not my love for the little girl whom she left with me held my feet from the Paths of Night.
— Père Goriot We made some pretty love-talk for an hour or so, and I’m to call on her Saturday afternoon, the day after tomorrow.
— Metamorphoses Take for my love’s sure proof this purple tress
And know I give you—not my father’s tress—
I give his head!
— The Arabian Nights I bowed my head in reverence and awe
But failed to hide the love that seethed behind.
— The Recognition of Śakuntalā I know very well how you love her.
— The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman Now these two knobs——or top ornaments of the mind of man, which crown the whole entablature,—being, as I said, wit and judgment, which of all others, as I have proved it, are the most needful,—the most priz’d,——the most calamitous to be without, and consequently the hardest to come at,——for all these reasons put together, there is not a mortal amongst us, so destitute of a love of good fame or feeding,——or so ignorant of what will do him good therein,—who does not wish and stedfastly resolve in his own mind, to be, or to be thought at least master of the one or the other, and indeed of both of them, if the thing seems any way feasible, or likely to be brought to pass.
— Sons and Lovers Perhaps he could not love her.
— Midnight's Children Parvati had drawn me secretly aside behind a tin-and-cratewood shack; where cockroaches spawned, where rats made love, where flies gorged themselves on pie-dog dung, she clutched me by the wrist and became incandescent of eye and sibilant of tongue; hidden in the putrid underbelly of the ghetto, she confessed that I was not the first of the midnight children to have crossed her path!
— In Search of Lost Time The most charming thing about a yacht, about its fittings and the things people wear for yachting, is that they’re so simple, it’s their seafaring simplicity—and I do so love the sea!
— The Decameron The girl went on weeping and demanding her pot of basil, until eventually she cried herself to death, thus bringing her ill-fated love to an end.
— Sons and Lovers She’s fearfully in love with me, but it’s not very deep.
— The Decameron Now, because she was such a charming and beautiful woman, it happened that a gentleman called Messer Lambertuccio fell desperately in love with her, but as she thought him very tiresome and disagreeable, she could not be persuaded to love him on any account.
— The Arabian Nights Then they took off their women’s clothes, and suddenly there were ten slaves, who mounted the ten girls and made love to them.
— The Masnavi He was escorted, after entering,
Up to the royal throne to meet the king,
The escorts treated him with special care,
They knew his love of pomp—it was a snare!
— The Magic Mountain You ask a woman: “Do you love him, then?”
— Pride and Prejudice They were able to love each other, even as well as they intended.
— The Decameron What I was unable to achieve by mere wooing, Love has taught me to obtain by deception.
— Great Expectations She said the word often enough, and there could be no doubt that she meant to say it; but if the often repeated word had been hate instead of love—despair—revenge—dire death—it could not have sounded from her lips more like a curse.
— The Arabian Nights She set my heart and soul on hellish fire
And I became a misfit, alien and alone,
Cheeks in the dust and eyes flowing with tears,
Mourning the old days and love I did crave.
— Pride and Prejudice If it was not allowable for him to gain my affections, because I had no money, what occasion could there be for making love to a girl whom he did not care about, and who was equally poor?
— Demons I am a nihilist, but I love beauty.
— The Tin Drum In fact he didn’t love girls at all, he only loved boys.
— The Golden Notebook She is left with the man she does not love and who does not love her, exchanging intelligent psychological conversation.
— The Golden Notebook For he was making love to a childish woman and she had flat breasts and very beautiful hands.
— History But, after 1942, she had been unfaithful to Davide with a Fascist; then, during the occupation, she had started making love with the Germans and had quit the factory, leaving Mantua.
— Jacques the Fatalist But what does Heaven, which sent the foul weather that’s keeping us here because it wanted you to hear about my love-life, want now?
— Demons If I have come to love him and rejoice in my love—is it possible that he should extinguish both me and my joy and turn us to naught?
— Sons and Lovers Divided, or, rather, undivided, for more often than not what I found delightful and different from everything else in the world, what had begun to endear itself to me so intensely that the sweetest joy in life was the hope of being with them again the next day, was really the whole group of girls, taken together, inseparable from those breezy afternoon hours up on the cliffs, on that stretch of grass where their faces lay, full of excitement for my imagination, Albertine, Rosemonde, Andrée, making it impossible for me to know which of them made this place so precious, which of them I most longed to love.
— Anna Karenina The terrible thing is that my soul suddenly turned over, and instead of love, of tenderness, I feel only spite towards him, yes, spite.
money
— Berlin Alexanderplatz Come on, Biberkopf, it’s a Sunday, it’s not as though you’re doing anything else, I’ll pay your expenses, and give you some money on top of that—let’s say five marks an hour.
— Sons and Lovers She stood in front of the ticket office at Bestwood, and Paul watched her take from her purse the money for the tickets.
— The Sound of the Mountain No, not that so much, really, as to give a little money to his mother.
— The Brothers Karamazov We are not avaricious, no, but you must give us lots and lots of money, and then you will see how generous we are, and you will be able to admire the scorn with which we scatter the despicable metal to the winds in wild, unrestrained revelry!
— Adventures of Huckleberry Finn He left a letter behind for Harvey, and said he’d told in it where his money was hid, and how he wanted the rest of the property divided up so George’s g’yirls would be all right—for George didn’t leave nothing.
— Anna Karenina Money won’t ever hold things up.
— Middlemarch “We can go nowhere without money, Rosamond.”
— The Man Without Qualities He had not wanted to believe that the three faces suddenly staring out of the night at him in anger and contempt were only after his money, but gave himself up to a feeling that it was hatred that had here condensed and materialised against him.
— Journey to the End of the Night There’s only one kind of freedom, only one, to see properly and have your pockets full of money.
— The Man Without Qualities In saying that you are thinking primarily of money and of your parents.
— Madame Bovary Would they ever have enough money to send him to one of the professional colleges, buy him a practice, or set him up in business?
— The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman ——I’ll pay you the money, brother Shandy, quoth my uncle Toby, looking at the two mortars with infinite pleasure, and putting his hand into his breeches-pocket, as he viewed them.
— Berlin Alexanderplatz Some smart people helped me, they talked to me and told me stories, people with good heads on their shoulders, and so you should know: you shouldn’t swear by money or cognac or a few pennies in contributions.
— The Brothers Karamazov By the way, Fetyukovich asked that question about the envelope with the money in it of every witness who was at all likely to know about it, just as persistently as the prosecutor asked about the settlement of the estate left by Mitya’s mother, and he received a series of similar answers to the effect that they had all heard of the envelope with the money in it, but that none of them had actually seen it.
— History The lousy winter hindered his daily and nightly roving through the streets; and on some evenings, when he also lacked the money for the movies, the boy was forced to stay home and go to bed early.
— The Red and the Black He was the only son of a renowned Jew, notorious for the wealth he had acquired by lending money to kings to make war on their peoples.
— Adventures of Huckleberry Finn Why, they can’t collect the money for the niggers, yet—they’re in the worst kind of a fix, Miss Mary.
— Middlemarch And you hear, your papa says he will give no money.
— Père Goriot So they made a fuss over me, but it was just for my money.
— Children of Gebelawi Gentlemen, my money was lost in your alley.
— The Decameron It’s time you realized, husband, that if I wanted to misbehave, I’d soon find someone to do it with, for there are plenty of sprightly young fellows who love and admire me, and who have offered me large sums of money, or dresses and jewels if I preferred, but not being the daughter of that kind of woman, I never had it in me to accept.
— The Red and the Black The common man, blinded by his love of money, was not capable of grasping that it was in his sincerity that the Abbé Pirard had found the strength he needed to struggle on alone for six years against Marie Alacoque, the Sacred Heart of Jesus, the Jesuits, and his bishop.
— Anna Karenina True, in the cattle-yard things went no better than before, and Ivan strongly resisted the heating of the cow barn and making butter from fresh cream, maintaining that cows that are kept cold need less food and that sour-cream butter does you best, and he demanded a salary as in the old days, not concerned in the least that the money he got was not a salary but an advance against his share of the profit.
— Children of Gebelawi Balkiti said scornfully:
‘It’s not good for a man to live like a rabbit or a chicken; but look at you; you haven’t learnt a thing and your money’s almost all gone.’
— The Man Without Qualities Her own master was certainly not badly dressed, but he neither had the money to buy the most refined inventions of tailors and shirt-makers and manufacturers of all the luxurious objects used in the house and on travels, nor did he feel the need for them.
— Independent People This savings bank was usually linked with the Bailiff of Myri’s name, because he had a hundred thousand in it, though this probably was a lie, as no one groaned half so bitterly under the everlasting burden of debt as he did; and in this savings bank the money gave off interest at a phenomenal rate, some people saying that once their deposits were entered in the books, they bred like rats.
— Pedro Páramo I don’t have money.
— The Brothers Karamazov And as to where that money had come from, he had told her and her alone that he had “stolen” it from Katerina, to which she had answered that he had not stolen it since he would pay it back the next day.
— A Sentimental Education I’m telling you I don’t need the money!
— Père Goriot Don’t you see, I’ve got to get better, because they have to have money, and I know where to go to get it.
— Pride and Prejudice ‘Our habits of expense make us too dependant, and there are not many in my rank of life who can afford to marry without some attention to money.’
— Children of Gebelawi But how do we know he lost the money in this alley?
— The Brothers Karamazov Why, all he had to do, according to the prosecutor, was to take the envelope with him, and no one would ever have known of the existence of that money and, therefore, no one would ever have suspected him of stealing it.
death
— Anna Karenina A turnabout was obviously taking place that was to make him look at death as the satisfaction of his desires, as happiness.
— The Arabian Nights The king said to himself, “By God, I shall postpone her execution until I hear the tales of the dervishes and the girls, then have her put to death like the rest.”
— Berlin Alexanderplatz Some things are clearer now than they used to be to the old fellow who is now dragging his carcass through the streets so as not to die in his room, the old fellow who is on the run from death.
— Great Expectations When we got back, he had the hardihood to tell me that he wished my sister could have known I had done her so much honour, and to hint that she would have considered it reasonably purchased at the price of her death.
— The Mahabharata In seven nights, Takshaka will be the reason for your death.
— Children of Gebelawi He’s walking to his death.
— Absalom, Absalom! And your grandfather never knew if it was Clytie who watched, kept in touch by some means, waited for the day, the moment, to come, the hour when the little boy would be an orphan, and so went herself to fetch him; or if it was Judith who did the waiting and the watching and sent Clytie for him that winter, that December of 1871;—Clytie who had never been further from Sutpen’s Hundred than Jefferson in her life, yet who made that journey alone to New Orleans and returned with the child, the boy of twelve now and looking ten, in one of the outgrown Fauntleroy suits but with a new oversize overall jumper coat which Clytie had bought for him (and made him wear, whether against the cold or whether not your grandfather could not say either) over it and what else he owned tied up in a bandana handkerchief—this child who could speak no English as the woman could speak no French who had found him, hunted him down, in a French city and brought him away, this child with a face not old but without age, as if he had had no childhood, not in the sense that Miss Rosa Coldfield says she had no childhood, but as if he had not been human born but instead created without agency of man or agony of woman and orphaned by no human being (your grandfather said you did not wonder what had become of the mother, you did not ever care: death or elopement or marriage: who would not grow from one metamorphosis—dissolution or adultery—to the next carrying along with her all the old accumulated rubbish-years which we call memory, the recognisable I, but changing from phase to phase as the butterfly changes once the cocoon is cleared, carrying nothing of what was into what is, leaving nothing of what is behind but eliding complete and intact and unresisting into the next avatar as the overblown rose or magnolia elides from one rich June to the next, leaving no bones, no substance, no dust of whatever dead pristine soulless rich surrender anywhere between sun and earth) but produced complete and subject to no microbe in that cloyed and scented maze of shuttered silk as if he were the delicate and perverse spirit-symbol, immortal page of the ancient immortal Lilith, entering the actual world not at the age of one second but of twelve years, the delicate garments of his pagehood already half concealed beneath that harsh and shapeless denim cut to an iron pattern and sold by the millions—that burlesque uniform and regalia of the tragic burlesque of the sons of Ham;—a slight child who could not even speak English, picked suddenly up out of whatever debacle the only life he knew had disintegrated into, by a creature whom he had seen once and learned to dread and fear yet could not flee, held helpless and passive in a state which must have been some incredible compound of horror and trust, since although he could not even talk to her (they made, they must have made, that week’s journey by steamboat among the cotton bales on the freight deck, eating and sleeping with negroes, where he could not even tell his companion when he was hungry or when he had to relieve himself) and so could have only suspected, surmised, where she was taking him, could have known nothing certainly except that all he had ever been familiar with was vanishing about him like smoke, yet he made no resistance, returning quietly and docilely to that decaying house which he had seen one time, where the fierce brooding woman who had come and got him lived with the calm white one who was not even fierce, who was not anything except calm, who to him did not even have a name yet who was somehow so closely related to him as to be the owner of the one spot on earth where he had ever seen his mother weep;—returned, crossed that strange threshold, that irrevocable demarcation, not led, not dragged, but driven and herded by that stern implacable presence, into that gaunt and barren household where his very silken remaining clothes, his delicate shirt and stockings and shoes which still remained to remind him of what he had once been, vanished, fled from arms and body and legs as if they had been woven of chimaeras or of smoke.
— Madame Bovary ‘People do say that they can smell death,’ replied the priest.
— Independent People And the folk came trailing out of the drifting snow and into the church, timid in the face of death, which never seems so irrevocable as when bells of such kind tinkle so helplessly in the cold, white spaces of declining day.
— Memoirs of Hadrian If that were true my deafness was worse than death itself.
— Essays However, nearing death, Henry ordered in his will that his son should have the duke killed as soon as he, Henry, was dead.
— One Hundred Years of Solitude She was not seen to cry during the ascension to heaven of Remedios the Beauty or over the extermination of the Aurelianos or the death of Colonel Aureliano Buendía, who was the person she loved most in this world, although she showed it only when they found his body under the chestnut tree.
— Gulliver's Travels Bolgolam, the Admiral, could not preserve his Temper; but rising up in Fury, said, he wondered how the Secretary durst presume to give his Opinion for preserving the Life of a Traytor: That the Services you had performed, were, by all Reasons of State, the great Aggravation of your Crimes; that you, who were able to extinguish the Fire, by discharge of Urine in her Majesty’s Apartment (which he mentioned with Horror) might, at another time, raise an Inundation by the same Means, to drown the whole Palace; and the same Strength which enabled you to bring over the Enemy’s Fleet, might serve, upon the first Discontent, to carry it back: That he had good Reasons to think you were a Big-Endian in your Heart; and as Treason begins in the Heart before it appears in Overt-Acts; so he accused you as a Traytor on that Account, and therefore insisted you should be put to death.
— Anna Karenina He had just partly clarified the question of how to live, when he was presented with a new, insoluble problem — death.
— The Sound of the Mountain Yet he had not been such a close friend as to figure in a dream so long after his death.
— Demons Death must have occurred instantly; no mortal agony showed on his face; his expression was calm, almost happy, he need only have lived.
— Gulliver's Travels All crimes against the State, are punished here with the utmost Severity; but if the Person accused make his Innocence plainly to appear upon his Tryal, the Accuser is immediately put to an ignominious Death; and out of his Goods or Lands, the innocent Person is quadruply recompensed for the Loss of his Time, for the Danger he underwent, for the Hardship of his Imprisonment, and for all the Charges he hath been at in making his Defence.
— The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman —For Death it has an entire set; the misery was, they all at once rushed into my father’s head, that ’twas difficult to string them together, so as to make any thing of a consistent show out of them.
— The Decameron When he had finished speaking, they soothed him and gave him their word of honour that in the event of his death they would do as he had asked.
— The Decameron And thus we may live our lives together, till death us do part, to the greater glory not only of God but also of yourself.
— Lolita Friend Farlow, who was a lawyer of sorts and ought to have been able to give me some solid advice, was too much occupied with Jean’s cancer to do anything more than what he had promised — namely, to look after Charlotte’s meager estate while I recovered very gradually from the shock of her death.
— The Tin Drum Even though she tried to please her visitors, just as I take pains to seem happy when my friends arrive on Visitors Day, she still couldn’t prevent the occasional bouts of retching that repeatedly racked her slowly succumbing body, though it could come up with nothing more by the fourth day of that difficult death than the last gasp we all must expel to gain our death certificate.
— Demons It precisely seemed to him that Shatov would be unable to endure the present moment—the death of Liza, the death of Marya Timofeevna—and that precisely now he would finally decide.
— Midnight's Children Could even a death be said to be the case?
— Anna Karenina The sight of his brother and the proximity of death renewed in Levin’s soul that feeling of horror at the inscrutability and, with that, the nearness and inevitability of death, which had seized him on that autumn evening when his brother had come for a visit.
— The Man Without Qualities In this way man is distinguished from the animals—and, it may be added, also from the insane—by the fact that, having intellectual and moral faculties, he is capable of acting contrary to law and committing a crime; and hence, as it is primarily the quality of being liable to punishment that elevates him to the status or a moral being, it is understandable that the lawyers must hold on to it like grim death.
— The Decameron There was no need to resort to torture, for he very quickly learned from Ninetta everything he wanted to know about Restagnone’s death.
— Midnight's Children My grandmother Naseem Aziz arrived in Pakistan in mid-1964, leaving behind an India in which Nehru’s death had precipitated a bitter power struggle.
— The Decameron It is perfectly true that I did not commit the crime for which it is said that I must be condemned to death, even though I have sinned in many other ways, which possibly explains my present predicament.
— The Man Without Qualities His father Nicholas was a despot, but he died a natural death.
— Berlin Alexanderplatz He needs to know what Death said.
— The Golden Notebook And yet death in the form of energy, for this man works like a madman, out of a furious angry compassion, this man who says he wishes he were dead never rests from work for the helpless.
— The Golden Notebook We know, we men, that we will die a painful death in a few moments.