Gray ice lay melting in the bottoms of shallow, leaf-lined pools that in a matter of weeks would be dried, when the real sun returned.

I came, I saw, I conquered.

Read not to contradict or confute; nor to believe and take for granted; nor to find talk and discourse; but to weigh and consider

They had hopelessly come to believe with absolute certainty war would never end.

"The details of packing my personal belongings, loading my car, arranging the bed over the seat, where the dog would ride, occupied me until late in the day." "A Mother in

Manville" by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quite earth. -Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights