We need never be ashamed of our tears.
Minds, like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled, ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort.
"It is hard to be brave," said Piglet, sniffing slightly, "when you're only a Very Small Animal."
I was (and am) a terrible conversationist but consider myself a good communicator.
Luxury, that baneful poison, has unstrung and enfeebled her sons.
Oh me, I have been struck a mortal blow right inside.
"Nothing", I said sadly. "They are two delightful women!" "And neither of them is for you?" finished Poirot. "Never mind. Console yourself, my friend. We may hunt together again, who knows?"
Weak and kindly people are often very treacherous. And if they’ve got a grudge against life it saps the little moral strength that they may posses.
The tear rose in Miss Marple's eyes. Succeeding pity, there came anger - anger against a heartless killer. And then, displacing both these emotions, there came a surge of triumph - the triumph some specialist might feel who has successfully reconstructed an extinct animal from a fragment of jawbone and a couple of teeth.