I never had one hour's happiness in her society, and yet my mind all round the four-and-twenty hours was harping on the happiness of having her with me unto death.
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Great Expectations
by
Charles Dickens
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
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The Mill on the Floss
by
George Eliot
It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;-- it is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others.
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Sense and Sensibility
by
Jane Austen
She felt the loss of Willoughby's character yet more heavily than she had felt the loss of his heart.
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Sense and Sensibility
by
Jane Austen
Friendship is constant in all other things save in the office and affairs of love.
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Much Ado About Nothing
by
William Shakespeare
"But now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts have left their places vacant, in their rooms come thronging soft and delicate desires."
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Much Ado About Nothing
by
William Shakespeare
"You anticipate what I would say, though you cannot know how earnestly I say it, how earnestly I feel it, without knowing my secret heart, and the hopes and fears and anxieties with which it has long been laden. Dear Doctor Manette, I love your daughter fondly, dearly, disinterestedly, devotedly. If ever there were love in the world, I love her."
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A Tale of Two Cities
by
Charles Dickens
"Then must you strive to be worthy of her love. Be brave and pure, fearless to the strong and humble to the weak; and so, whether this love prosper or no, you will have fitted yourself to be honored by a maiden's love, which is, in sooth, the highest guerdon which a true knight can hope for."
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The White Company
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought."
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The White Company
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Without, the sun shines bright and the birds are singing amid the ivy on the drooping beeches. Their choice is made, and they turn away hand-in-hand, with their backs to the darkness and their faces to the light.
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The White Company
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle