...our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes

Black chaos comes, and the fettered gods of the earth say, Let there be light.

He knelt and bent lower, till her breath warmed his face, and in a moment his cheek was in contact with hers. She was sleeping soundly, and upon her eyelashes there lingered tears.

A blaze of love and extinction, was better than a lantern glimmer of the same which should last long years.

Her affection for him was now the breath and life of Tess's being; it enveloped her as a photosphere, irradiated her into forgetfulness of her past sorrows, keeping back the gloomy spectres that would persist in their attempts to touch her—doubt, fear, moodiness, care, shame. She knew that they were waiting like wolves just outside the circumscribing light, but she had long spells of power to keep them in hungry subjection there.

If a path to the better there be, it begins with a full look at the worst.

I shall do one thing in this life-one thing certain-this is, love you, and long of you, and keep wanting you till I die.