“Forgotten tones of love recur to us, and kind glances shine out of the past--oh so bright and clear!--oh so longed after!--because they are out of reach; as holiday music from within a prison wall--or sunshine seen through the bars; more prized because unattainable--more bright because of the contrast of present darkness and solitude, whence there is no escape.” LoveKindPastDarknessClearWallSolitudePrisonShiningForgottenBarsToneHolidaySunshineContrastGlancesUnattainablePrison Walls Book:The works of William Makepeace Thackeray Source: The works of William Makepeace Thackeray
“Never, never, before Heaven, have I thought of you but as the single, bright, pure, blessed recollection of my boyhood and my youth. Never have I from the first, and never shall I to the last, regard your part in my life, but as something sacred, never to be lightly thought of, never to be esteemed enough, never, until death, to be forgotten.” LoveFirstsEnoughLastsHeavenYouthPureRegardBlessedSacredForgottenRecollectionBoyhoodThoughts Of You Book:The Works of Charles Dickens Source: The Works of Charles Dickens