I am a poor thing needing much compassion for loving you so.
— from Juliette Drouet's Love-Letters to Victor Hugo Edited with a Biography of Juliette Drouet by Louis Guimbaud
But one day, as I was passing in the field, and that too with some dashes on my conscience, fearing lest yet all was not right, suddenly this sentence fell upon my soul, Thy righteousness is in heaven; and methought withal, I saw, with the eyes of my soul, Jesus Christ at God's right hand; there, I say, as my righteousness; so that wherever I was, or whatever I was adoing, God could not say of me, He wants my righteousness, for that was just before him.
— from Works of John Bunyan — Volume 01 by John Bunyan
Blunt. ’Sheartlikins, they know I follow it to do it no good, unless they pick a hole in my Coat for lending you Mony now and then; which is a greater Crime to my Conscience, Gentlemen, than to the Common-wealth.
— from The Works of Aphra Behn, Volume I by Aphra Behn
I have loved you ever since we were children together, and I have never for one moment ceased from loving you.
— from Babylon, Volume 3 by Grant Allen
We relate it in the words of Bunyan’s own narrative: “One day as I was passing into the field, and that too with some dashes on my conscience, fearing lest yet all was not right, suddenly this sentence fell upon my soul, ‘Thy righteousness is in heaven;’ and methought withal, I saw with the eyes of my soul, Jesus Christ at God’s right hand; there, I say, was my righteousness; so that wherever I was, or whatever I was doing, God could not say of me, ‘He wants my righteousness,’ for that was just before him.
— from Life of Bunyan by James Hamilton
And I want you to give me credit for letting you have the idea after you had thought of it."
— from The Story of a Play A Novel by William Dean Howells
"I wish more of my men customers felt like you ," the banker laughed as the car drove away.
— from One Woman's Life by Robert Herrick
You protest against your Municipal Council for leaving you in such a state of filth.
— from Jean-Christophe in Paris: The Market-Place, Antoinette, the House by Romain Rolland
She also knew nothing of the miseries caused for long years past by the abuse of power by both kings and nobles, and by herself among the rest.
— from The Peasant and the Prince by Harriet Martineau
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