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White and distant, absorbed in itself, endlessly the sky covers and uncovers, moves and remains.
— Virginia Woolf
This core of darkness could go anywhere, for no one saw it.
— Virginia Woolf
Why creeds and prayers and mackintoshes? when, thought Clarissa, that's the miracle, that's the mystery; that old lady, she meant, whom she could see going from chest of drawers to dressing-table.
— Virginia Woolf
Sometimes beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere. We can't always understand them, but we have to trust in them. I know you want to question everything, but sometimes it pays to just have a little faith.
— Lauren Kate
Keyholes are the occasions of more sin and wickedness, than all other holes in this world put together.
— Laurence Sterne
Never sign a valentine with your own name.
— Charles Dickens
[H]is gaze wandered from the windows to the stars, as if he would have read in them something that was hidden from him. Many of us would, if we could; but none of us so much as know our letters in the stars yet - or seem likely to do it in this state of existence - and few languages can be read until their alphabets are mastered.
— Charles Dickens
Oh Sairey, Sairey, little do we know wot lays afore us!
— Charles Dickens
An idea, like a ghost (according to the common notion of ghosts), must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.
— Charles Dickens
He stood looking after them... as though he had perceived that they had come back accompanied by a ghost a-piece.
— Charles Dickens
She was the most wonderful woman for prowling about the house. How she got from one story to another was a mystery beyond solution. A lady so decorous in herself, and so highly connected, was not to be suspected of dropping over the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea.
— Charles Dickens
Other sound than the owl's voice there was none, save the falling of a fountain into its stone basin; for, it was one of those dark nights that hold their breath by the hour together, and then heave a long low sigh, and hold their breath again.
— Charles Dickens