... I have read in your face, as plain as if it was a book, that but for some trouble and sorrow we should never know half the good there is about us.
Charles DickensThe beating of my heart was so violent and wild that I felt as if my life were breaking from me.
Charles DickensNot only is the day waning, but the year. The low sun is fiery and yet cold behind the monastery ruin, and the Virginia creeper on the Cathedral wall has showered half its deep-red leaves down on the pavement. There has been rain this afternoon, and a wintry shudder goes among the little pools on the cracked, uneven flag-stones, and through the giant elm-trees as they shed a gust of tears.
Charles Dickens