The water of the fountain ran, the swift river ran, the day ran into evening, so much life in the city ran into death according to rule, time and tide waited for no man, the rats were sleeping close together in their dark holes again, the Fancy Ball was lighted up at supper, all things ran their course.
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A Tale of Two Cities
by
Charles Dickens
Ill armed and half starved, they were still desperate men, to whom danger had lost all fears: for what was death that they should shun it to cling to such a life as theirs?
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The White Company
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
All men live enveloped in whale-lines. All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realize the silent, subtle, ever present perils of life.
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Moby Dick
by
Herman Melville
Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.
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Frankenstein
by
Mary Shelley