Not indeed that I can hope to
put into words the charm of those embowered cottages, like nests in the armpits of great trees, tucked snugly in the hollows of those narrow, winding, almost subterranean lanes which burrow their way beneath the warm-hearted Surrey woodlands.
I did not think so either, but it was deadly to have it
put into words, and how I escaped the mortal effect of the stroke I do not know.
said Anna, and again a deep flush of pleasure came out on her face, when she heard the idea, that absorbed her,
put into words.
To seize and
put into words, to describe directly the life of humanity or even of a single nation, appears impossible.
He had an "exquisite regard for common things," but his words have seldom the glamour, the something which we cannot
put into words which makes us see beyond things seen.
Through them: the notion of "through" persisted; her mind trembled towards a conclusion which only the unwise have
put into words.
With a kind of wriggle, like a fish returned to the brook by the fisherman, Biddlebaum the silent began to talk, striving to
put into words the ideas that had been accumulated by his mind during long years of silence.
For whatever is truly wondrous and fearful in man, never yet was
put into words or books.
Letterblair's view; but
put into words by this selfish, well-fed and supremely indifferent old man it suddenly became the Pharisaic voice of a society wholly absorbed in barricading itself against the unpleasant.
Ah, John, I wish that I might be a man with a man's philosophy, but I am but a woman, seeing with my heart rather than my head, and all that I can see is too horrible, too unthinkable to
put into words.
With all his knowledge and bravery General Guph did not know that the steady glare from the bear eyes was reading his inmost thoughts as surely as if they had been
put into words.
Marilla would have died the death before she would have
put into words the thought that was always in the background of her mind whenever she had looked at Gilbert from his childhood up--the thought that, had it not been for her own wilful pride long, long ago, he might have been HER son.
Notwithstanding this very plausible explanation, Hamel was conscious of the remains of an uneasiness which he scarcely knew how to
put into words.
They would not be a girl's feelings any longer if they could be
put into words," replied the mountain nymph, laughing, but avoiding his eye.
They would not be a girl's feelings any longer if they could be
put into words,' replied the mountain nymph, laughing, but avoiding his eye.
