"Oh," she murmured, "it is because the world is so dreary outside.

Sorrow and bitterness in the sky, and floods of agonized tears beating against the panes.

I lay awake last night, and I could hear the scrape of snails creeping up the window-glass; it was so sad! My eyes were so heavy this morning that I could have wept my life away.

I cannot bear you to see my face; I keep it away from you purposely.

Oh! why were we given hungry hearts and wild desires if we have to live in a world like this?
Why should Death only lend what Life is compelled to borrow--rest?
Answer that, Dr.Fitzpiers." "You must eat of a second tree of knowledge before you can do it, Felice Charmond." "Then, when my emotions have exhausted themselves, I become full of fears, till I think I shall die for very fear.