“Adele heard him, and asked if she was to go to school “sans mademoiselle?” “Yes,” he replied, “absolutely sans mademoiselle; for I am to take mademoiselle to the moon, and there I shall seek a cave in one of the white valleys among the volcano-tops, and mademoiselle shall live with me there, and only me.”
– Jane Eyre / Charlotte Bronte –
“And being in love for the first time, I made a phrase – a poem about a wood-pigeon – a single phrase, for a hole had been knocked in my mind, one of those sudden transparencies through which one sees everything.”
– Virginia Woolf / The Waves –
“It was sorrowful, she loved him.”
“Het was verdrietig, ze hield van hem.”
– Karakter / F. Bordewijk –
“I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.”
– Jane Eyre / Charlotte Bronte –
“But he could not bring himself to say he loved her, not in so many words.”
“But he could not tell her he loved her. He held her hand. Happiness is this, he thought.”
Mrs. Dalloway / Virginia Woolf
