I entered. She was writing. "To whom are you writing?" I asked. "To Prudence. Do you want to see what I am writing?"
I had a horror of anything that might look like suspicion, and I answered that I had no desire to know what she was writing; and yet I was certain that letter would have explained to me the cause of her sadness. Next day the weather was splendid.' Marguerite proposed to me to take the boat and go as far as the island of Croissy. She seemed very cheerful; when we got back it was five o'clock. Duvernoy has been here," said Nanine, as she saw us enter.英文原著 · 《Camille》
I must here speak of transactions during my imprisonment. I had bought a house in Vienna in the year 1750; the price was sixteen thousand florins, thirteen thousand of which I had paid by instalments. The receipts were among my writings; these writings, with my other effects, were taken from me at Dantzic, in the year 1754; nor have I, to this hour, been able to learn more than that my writings were sent to the administrators of my affairs at Vienna. With respect to my houses and property in Dantzic, in what manner these were disposed of no one could or would say.英文原著 · 《The Life and Adventures of Baron Trenck-2》
The striking extract which E. copied was your own writing!! in a note to me, many long years ago--which she copied and sent to Mme. Sismondi; and lately my aunt, in sorting her letters, found E.'s and returned them to her...I have been of late shamefully idle, i.e. observing (Drosera) instead of writing, and how much better fun observing is than writing.英文原著 · 《The Life and Letters-2》
I wrote my little verses, to be sure, but that was nothing; they just grew. They were the same as breathing or singing. I could not help writing them, and I thought and dreamed a great many that were ever put on paper. They seemed to fly into my mind and away again, like birds with a carol through the air. It seemed strange to me that people should notice them, or should think my writing verses anything peculiar; for I supposed that they were in everybody's mind, just as they were in mine, and that anybody could write them who chose.英文原著 · 《A New England Girlhood》
Hermione glanced quickly at the writing-table. "You--you weren't writing my note to Monsieur Emile?" she said. She stepped into the room. She wished she could force Vere to tell her about the poems, but without asking. She felt as if she could not continue in her present condition, excluded from Vere's confidence. Yet she knew now that she could never plead for it. "No, Madre. I can do it to-morrow."
Vere looked and sounded surprised, and the mother felt more than ever like an intruder.英文原著 · 《A Spirit in Prison》
Having read so far, the police agent placed his papers on the writing-table, waited a moment for orders, and, receiving none, went out. No change came over the sadness and perplexity of Lomaque's face. He still beat his nails anxiously on the writing-table, and did not even look at the second agent as he ordered the man to read his report. Magloire produced some slips of paper precisely similar to Picard's and read from them in the same rapid, business-like, unmodulated tones:英文原著 · 《AFTER DARK》
Im so pathetic! Monica knows what she wants to say! You shouldve seen her. Writing, writing, writing!美剧 · 《Friends》
Diane's writing a book about you, Wayne's writing an article about me.美剧 · 《Bojack Horseman》
I'm not writing about you. I'm writing about other people.美剧 · 《Friends》
You know, I gotta tell you, writing, all that writing, it gets me, uh...美剧 · 《Friends》