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“But when the pre-dawn light lit the bedroom softly, things emerged fresh from shadows, she felt the new morning insinuating itself between the sheets and opened her eyes. She sat up in bed. Inside her it was as if death didn't exist, as if love could weld her, as if eternity were renewal.”
― Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart

“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write.”
― Jane Austen, The Jane Austen Collection

“...for when, having partially relieved myself by a torment of tears, and looked up at the moon, shining so calmly and carelessly on, as little influenced by my misery as I was by its peaceful radiance, and earnestly prayed for death...”
― Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall

“But indolent she is, reckless she is, and most ignorant, for she does not know her dreams are rare- her feelings peculiar: she does not know, has never known, and will die without knowing.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Shirley