Sublime

you have nobody to love you; and, however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater misery!

She was sad with an obscure sadness whose secret even she did not possess. In her whole person there was the torpor of a life ended that had never begun.

Quelquefois je ne puis comprendre comment un autre peut l'aimer, ose l'aimer, quand je l'aime si uniquement, si profondément, si pleinement; quand je ne connais rien, ne sais rien, n'ai rien qu'elle.