But, sweet, we are so formed, (and there is no sin, if God made our nature, to yield to what he ordains), we are so formed, that we must love life, and cling to it; we must love the living smile, the sympathetic touch, and thrilling voice, peculiar to our mortal mechanism.
— from The Last Man by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Or else you continue to love each other, in which event you must either succeed in getting married, or not, and those are the other two cases.'
— from Corleone: A Tale of Sicily by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford

"Very well," said I; "give me one now."
— from Arms and the Woman by Harold MacGrath

"I've got a tiger-skin the man who shot it gave me out near Nagpore, but he wasn't your father."
— from Somehow Good by William De Morgan

“You’ll listen to what I have to say, I guess, mood or no mood,” Harford continued.
— from Lonesome Town by E. S. (Ethel Smith) Dorrance

In the haze of sunset its great mantle of new-fallen snow stood out sharply, darker streaks that ran down through the lower reaches of snow dying out in nothingness, as the mountain did itself, for as a matter of fact the latter was not visible at all, but only the snow that covered its upper heights, surrounded above, below, and on all sides by the thin gray sky of evening.
— from Tramping Through Mexico, Guatemala and Honduras Being the Random Notes of an Incurable Vagabond by Harry Alverson Franck