Pinocchio, at that heartbreaking
sight, threw himself at the feet of Fire Eater and, weeping bitterly, asked in a pitiful voice which could scarcely be heard:
People said it was heartbreaking
to hear her call her child, and raise her head and listen a whole minute at a time, then lay it wearily down again with a moan.
Then he began to laugh, and that laugh was the most heartbreaking
thing in the world.
I have kept to this day the heartbreaking
little idea of how he seemed to know that and to play with it.
Oh, what have I done to deserve this infamy!" He tottered to his secretary in the corner, repeated that lament again and again in heartbreaking
tones, and got out of a drawer a paper, which he slowly tore to bits, scattering the bits absently in his track as he walked up and down the room, still grieving and lamenting.
Milady made no reply, but turning her beautiful head round upon her pillow, she burst into tears, and uttered heartbreaking
Of all the stupid pieces of brutality I ever heard of, this is the most callous and the most heartbreaking
Even if we had the means of paying all the law expenses, even if we succeeded in the end, the delays would be unendurable, the perpetual suspense, after what we have suffered already, would be heartbreaking
. You are right about the hopelessness of going to Limmeridge.
It was late in the afternoon when the exhausted men reached the clearing by the beach, but for two of them the return brought so great a happiness that all their suffering and heartbreaking
grief was forgotten on the instant.
And the latest thing he had done was always on men's lips, whether it was being first in the heartbreaking
stampede to Danish Creek, in killing the record baldface grizzly over on Sulphur Creek, or in winning the single-paddle canoe race on the Queen's Birthday, after being forced to participate at the last moment by the failure of the sourdough representative to appear.
But day by day the music of Tamoszius' violin became more passionate and heartbreaking
; and Marija would sit with her hands clasped and her cheeks wet and all her body atremble, hearing in the wailing melodies the voices of the unborn generations which cried out in her for life.
He had entitled the story "Adventure," and it was the apotheosis of adventure - not of the adventure of the storybooks, but of real adventure, the savage taskmaster, awful of punishment and awful of reward, faithless and whimsical, demanding terrible patience and heartbreaking
days and nights of toil, offering the blazing sunlight glory or dark death at the end of thirst and famine or of the long drag and monstrous delirium of rotting fever, through blood and sweat and stinging insects leading up by long chains of petty and ignoble contacts to royal culminations and lordly achievements.