A trite platitude
about his not caring to lose her was on his lips, but he refrained from uttering it.
Yet whatever her impression may have been she produced instead a vague platitude
. "Well, if it were only furnished and lived in - !"
Even for his classroom he had no platitudes
, no stock of professorial anecdotes.
It recrudesced the laughter and the song, and put a lilt into my own imagination so that I could laugh and sing and say foolish things with the liveliest of them, or platitudes
with verve and intensity to the satisfaction of the pompous mediocre ones who knew no other way to talk.
Kindly callers hurt her, too, with the well-meant platitudes
with which they strove to cover the nakedness of bereavement.
But in Martin's estimation the whole tribe of bank cashiers fell a few hundred per cent, and for the rest of the evening he labored under the impression that bank cashiers and talkers of platitudes
were synonymous phrases.
"What would become of poetry if women became so sensible that they turned a deaf ear to the poetic platitudes
One always fears that the platform may sink under the weight of youthful platitudes
uttered on such occasions; yet one can never be properly critical, because the sight of the boys and girls themselves, those young and hopeful makers of to-morrow, disarms one's scorn.
He is full of quickness and penetration, piercing easily below the clumsy platitudes
of Thrasymachus to the real difficulty; he turns out to the light the seamy side of human life, and yet does not lose faith in the just and true.
As D'Artagnan delighted, both from pleasure and system, in making people talk about things which interested him, he fenced in his best style with Master Bazin, but it was pure loss of time; beyond the tiresome and hyperbolical praises of monsieur le surintendant of the finances, Bazin, who, on his side, was on his guard, afforded nothing but platitudes
to the curiosity of D'Artagnan, so that our musketeer, in a tolerably bad humor, desired to go to bed as soon as he had supped.
This struck from all three allusions to Edgar Poe and Jules Verne, and such platitudes
as naturally rise to the lips of the most intelligent when they are talking against time, and dealing with a new invention in which it would seem ingenuous to believe too soon; and the question of the telephone carried them safely back to the big house.
I love them for their witless platitudes
, for their supernatural ability to bore, for their delightful asinine vanity, for their luxuriant fertility of imagination, for their startling, their brilliant, their overwhelming mendacity!