If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
I lingered round them, under the benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth. (Wuthering Heights)
Take my books away, and I should be desperate!
The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
The red firelight glowed on their two bonny heads and revealed their faces, animated with the eager interest of children; for, though he was twenty-three and she eighteen, each had so much of novelty to feel, and learn, that neither experienced nor evinced the sentiments of sober disenchanted maturity.
Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.