and it was not until I began to think, that I began fully to know how wrecked I was, and how the ship in which I had sailed was gone to pieces.

[I]t seemed as if the streets were absorbed by the sky, and the night were all in the air.

You have been the last dream of my soul.

…a lady of what is commonly called an uncertain temper --a phrase which being interpreted signifies a temper tolerably certain to make everybody more or less uncomfortable.

Some of the craftiest scoundrels that ever walked this earth . . . will gravely jot down in diaries the events of every day, and keep a regular debtor and creditor account with heaven, which shall always show a floating balance in their own favour.

We never tire of the friendships we form with books.

So new to him," she muttered, "so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of us!