Joseph Rudyard Kipling

The Jungle Book

    Gurmehr Groverhas quoted7 months ago
    , and it is un­sports­man­like to touch him. They say too—and it is true—that man-eaters be­come mangy, and lose their teeth.
    The purr grew louder, and ended in the full-throated “Aaarh!” of the tiger’s charge.
    Then there was a howl—an untiger­ish howl—from Shere Khan. “He has missed,” said Mother Wolf. “What is it?”
    Father Wolf ran out a few paces and heard Shere Khan mut­ter­ing and mum­bling sav­agely, as he tum­bled about in the scrub.
    “The fool has had no more sense than to jump at a wood­cut­ters’ camp­fi
    Paa Granthas quoted9 months ago
    What the Ban­dar-log think now the Jun­gle will think later”
    Paa Granthas quoted9 months ago
    “Each dog barks in his own yard!
    Romina Grhas quoted10 months ago
    (“Two Tails” is camp slang for the ele­phant.)
    Romina Grhas quoted10 months ago
    is the hard­est thing in the world to frighten a mon­goose, be­cause he is eaten up from nose to tail with cu­rios­ity. The motto of all the mon­goose fam­ily is, “Run and find out”; and Rikki-tikki was a true mon­goose.
    Romina Grhas quotedlast year
    Then some­thing be­gan to hurt Mowgli in­side him, as he had never been hurt in his life be­fore, and he caught his breath and sobbed, and the tears ran down his face.

    “What is it? What is it?” he said. “I do not wish to leave the jun­gle, and I do not know what this is. Am I dy­ing, Bagheera?”

    “No, Lit­tle Brother. Those are only tears such as men use,” said Bagheera. “Now I know thou art a man, and a man’s cub no longer. The jun­gle is shut in­deed to thee hence­for­ward. Let them fall, Mowgli; they are only tears.” So Mowgli sat and cried as though his heart would break; and he had never cried in all his life be­fore.
    Romina Grhas quotedlast year
    The real rea­son for this is that man-killing means, sooner or later, the ar­rival of white men on ele­phants, with guns, and hun­dreds of brown men with gongs and rock­ets and torches.
    Анастасия Ткачеваhas quotedlast year
    a plains­man who lives in a hut knows only the four walls of his hut.
    Анастасия Ткачеваhas quotedlast year
    Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is be­hind us,
    And black are the wa­ters that sparkled so green.
    The moon, o’er the combers, looks down­ward to find us
    At rest in the hol­lows that rus­tle be­tween.
    Where bil­low meets bil­low, there soft be thy pil­low;
    Ah, weary wee flip­per­ling, curl at thy ease!
    The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark over­take thee,
    Asleep in the arms of the slow-swing­ing seas. Seal Lul­laby
    Анастасия Ткачеваhas quotedlast year
    for noth­ing are ye called the Free Peo­ple. Ye fought for free­dom, and it is yours.
    Анастасия Ткачеваhas quotedlast year
    the hunter would be the hunted
    Анастасия Ткачеваhas quotedlast year
    wood­cut­ters
    Lyudmila Kuznetsovahas quoted2 years ago
    cat­tle), back thou goest to thy mother,
    andinahas quoted3 years ago
    “Out, and hunt with thy master.
    Куликов Юрийhas quoted3 years ago
    When an Indian child's heart is full, he does not run about and make a noise in an irregular fashion. He sits down to a sort of revel all by himself.
    Куликов Юрийhas quoted3 years ago
    Darzee was a feather-brained little fellow who could never hold more than one idea at a time in his head. And just because he knew that Nagaina's children were born in eggs like his own, he didn't think at first that it was fair to kill them. But his wife was a sensible bird, and she knew that cobra's eggs meant young cobras later on. So she flew off from the nest, and left Darzee to keep the babies warm, and continue his song about the death of Nag. Darzee was very like a man in some ways.
    Куликов Юрийhas quoted3 years ago
    When a snake misses its stroke, it never says anything or gives any sign of what it means to do next.
    mrcj2006has quoted4 years ago

    “For a wolf, no,” said Tabaqui; “but for so mean a per­son as my­self a dry bone is a good feast. Who are we, the Gidur-log [the Jackal Peo­ple], to pick and choose?” He scut­tled to the back of the cave, where he found the bone of a buck with some meat on it, and sat crack­ing the end mer­rily.
    “All thanks for this good meal,” he said, lick­ing his lips. “How beau­ti­ful are the no­ble chil­dren! How large are their eyes! And so young too! In­deed, in­deed, I might have re­mem­bered that the chil­dren of kings are men from the be­gin­ning.”
    mrcj2006has quoted4 years ago
    ther Wolf lay with her big gray nose dropped across her four tum­bling, squeal­ing cubs, and the moon shone into the mouth of the cave where they all lived. “Au­grh!” said Father Wolf, “it is time to hunt again”; and he was go­ing to spring down­hill when a lit­tle shadow with a bushy tail crossed the thresh­old and whined: “Good luck go with you, O Chief of the Wolves; and good luck and strong white teeth go with the no­ble chil­dre
    yzamdachas quoted4 years ago
    breakers' song— The Beaches of Lukannon—two million voices strong. The song of pleasant stations beside the salt lagoons, The song of blowing squadrons that shuffled down the dunes, The song of midnight dances that churned the sea to flame— The Beaches of Lukannon—before the sealers came! I met my mates in the morning (I'll never meet them more!);
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