I don't know what she was—anything that no one ever saw, and everything that everybody ever wanted. I was swallowed up in an abyss of love in an instant. There was no pausing on the brink; no looking down, or looking back; I was gone, headlong, before I had sense to say a word to her.

Charles Dickens

Charles Dickens

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: British

Some suggestions for you :

Ten minutes, good, past eleven.

The two stand in the fast-thinning throng of victims, but they speak as if they were alone. Eye to eye, voice to voice, hand to hand, heart to heart, these two children of the Universal Mother, else so wide apart and differing, have come together on the dark highway, to repair home together and to rest in her bosom.

Sometimes, we strike into the skirting mud, to avoid the stones that clatter us and shake us; sometimes, we stick in ruts and sloughs there. The agony of our impatience is then so great, that in our wild alarm and hurry we are for getting out and running—hiding—doing anything but stopping.

Ah,' said the red-haired man, ‘that, you see, is a matter of taste. I am not fond of anything original; I don't like it; don't see the necessity for it. What's your name, sir?

Will you never understand that I am incorrigible?

Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures, hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it?

If he was only sorry, he wouldn't look at me as he does. I am only sorry, and it makes me feel kinder.

It is a melancholy truth that even great men have their poor relations.

He wouldn't hear of anybody's paying taxes, though he was very patriotic.

That was the most remarkable trait in his demeanour. He was crisp, fresh, cheerful, affable, bland; but so surprisingly innocent. Bar sidled up.

Dear, dear!' ejaculated Mrs. Sowerberry, piously raising her eyes to the kitchen ceiling: 'this comes of being liberal!

His shoes looked too large; his sleeve looked too long; his hair looked too limp; his features looked too mean; his exposed throat looked as if a halter would have done it good.

Business! cried the Ghost, wringing his hands again. Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence were all my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!

A lady with such a genius for dreaming!