The blossom is blighted, the leaf is withered, the God of day goes down upon the dreary scene, and in short you are for ever floored.
Charles DickensWhen the moon shines very brilliantly, a solitude and stillness seem to proceed from her that influence even crowded places full of life.
Charles DickensSadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.
Charles Dickens