It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possessing of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
It was inevitable：the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-Lee-Ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate of tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.
I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974.
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning.But since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre,and a rain so penetrating, that further outdoor exercise was now out of the question. I was glad of it.
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.