Men of sense, whatever you may chuse to say, do not want silly wives.
Robert Martin's manners have sense, sincerity, and goodhumour to recommend them; and his mind has more true gentility than Harriet Smith could understand.
There is something equivocal in all the words in use to express the excellence of manners and social cultivation, because the quantities are fluxional, and the last effect is assumed by the senses
as the cause.
This indispensable intellectual process, which will be relished by admirers of George Eliot, is relieved constantly by the sense
of a charming landscape background, for the most part English.
Nor was it long before his trained senses
convinced him that the footfalls were those of Bara, the deer, in rapid flight.
As the night wore on, such a sense
of heaviness oppressed my eyelids that it was literally impossible for me to open them--such a masterful languor possessed all my muscles that I could no more move on my pillow than if I had been a corpse.
He appeared to have forgotten my presence, and was staring at the wall behind me with an expression in his eyes that I am unable to name, although my memory of it is as vivid to-day as was my sense
of it then.
The characters of 'Silas Marner,' for example, never had an actual existence, and the precise incidents of the story never took place in just that order and fashion, but they were all constructed by the author's imagination out of what she had observed of many real persons and events, and so make, in the most significant sense
, a true picture of life.
Take the words in your precise sense
, and tell me whether I am not right.
Whilst something higher than prudence is active, he is admirable; when common sense
is wanted, he is an encumbrance.
What the sense
feeleth, what the spirit discerneth, hath never its end in itself.
2) We can collect together all the happenings, in different places, which are connected in the way that common sense
regards as being due to their emanating from one object.
The people cannot help knowing; the sense
of their own destinies is always in the people, and at such moments as the present that sense
finds utterance," said Sergey Ivanovitch with conviction, glancing at the old bee-keeper.
But I was merely thoughtless of a God or a Providence, acted like a mere brute, from the principles of nature, and by the dictates of common sense
only, and, indeed, hardly that.
You writers forget that what the senses
furnish is not proof.