My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.

You ride well, but you don't kiss nicely at all.

When yellow lights struggle with blue shades in hairlike lines.

Did you say the stars were worlds, Tess?" "Yes." "All like ours?" "I don't know, but I think so. They sometimes seem to be like the apples on our stubbard-tree. Most of them splendid and sound - a few blighted." "Which do we live on - a splendid one or a blighted one?" "A blighted one.

Why it was that upon this beautiful feminine tissue, sensitive as gossamer, and practically blank as snow as yet, there should have been traced such a coarse pattern as it was doomed to receive; why so often the coarse appropriates the finer thus, the wrong man the woman, the wrong women the man, many years of analytical philosophy have failed to explain to our sense of order

My wicked heart will ramble on in spite of myself. (Arabella)

We ought to have lived in mental communion, and no more.