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“But during those two months of fog . . . the saddest and the heaviest thing was to stand beside the sea. To be upon the beach yourself, and see the long waves coming in; to know that they are long waves, but only see a piece of them. And to hear them lifting roundly, swelling over smooth green rocks, plashing down in the hollow corners, but bearing on all the same as ever, soft and sleek and sorrowful, till their little noise is over.”
― R.D. Blackmore, Lorna Doone

“I shall never forget you. I have never forgotten anyone whom I once knew. My life has never been crowded, and seems not likely to be so.”
― George Eliot, Middlemarch

“But a sigh is not (like a yawn) infectious; and we are all more prone to be sent to sleep than to sorrow by one another.”
― R.D. Blackmore, Lorna Doone

“There is nothing in this world to fear, nothing to revere or trust, nothing even to hope for; least of all, is there aught to love.”
― R.D. Blackmore, Lorna Doone