Taylor

“One hoped, and the other despaired: they chose their own lots, and were righteously doomed to endure them.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence,—that which makes its truth, its meaning—its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream—alone. . . .”
― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

“But the wilderness had found him out early, and had taken on him a terrible vengeance for the fantastic invasion. I think it had whispered to him things about himself which he did not know, things of which he had no conception till he took counsel with this great solitude—and the whisper had proved irresistibly fascinating. It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.”
― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

“Say how I loved you, speak me fair in death, And when the tale is told, bid her be judge Whether Bassanio had not once a love”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice