But I have griefs of other kind, Troubles and sorrows more severe; Give me to ease my tortured mind, Lend to my woes a patient ear; And let me, if I may not find A friend to help—find one to hear.
— from Ivanhoe: A Romance by Walter Scott

With her bare feet she touched a sleeping man, stepped over him, and opened the door into the part of the hut where Prince Andrew lay.
— from War and Peace by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

Yet I strove to persuade myself that the Ghost would appear no more, and at all events I desired that a Servant might sit up in my chamber.
— from The Monk: A Romance by M. G. (Matthew Gregory) Lewis

‘“But wonderful as is the rapidity with which she writes her thoughts upon the air, still more so is the ease and accuracy with which she reads the words thus written by another; grasping their hands in hers, and following every movement of their fingers, as letter after letter conveys their meaning to her mind.
— from American Notes by Charles Dickens

[35] On this again some may say that when different persons are engaged in doing the same work, we find that they accomplish the same end or purpose: while, on the contrary, in the case of men and women we find that each of them accomplishes his or her own end separately, and this is inconsistent.
— from The Kama Sutra of Vatsyayana Translated From the Sanscrit in Seven Parts With Preface, Introduction and Concluding Remarks by Vatsyayana

Sensations are, according to Aubert, still more subjective.
— from Criminal Psychology: A Manual for Judges, Practitioners, and Students by Hans Gross

Little by little the milk thickens and supplies more solid food as the child is able to digest it.
— from Emile by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

] “Is the calm thine of stoic souls who weigh Life well, and find it wanting, nor deplore, But in disdainful silence turn away, Stand mute, self-centred, stern, and dream no more?”
— from The Tyranny of Tears: A Comedy in Four Acts by C. Haddon (Charles Haddon) Chambers

There are so many sights along the boulevards that bring the carmine blush to the face of the tourist (from the twisting of his neck in trying to avoid seeing them), that it is well to know that the French draw the line somewhere.
— from Behind the Beyond, and Other Contributions to Human Knowledge by Stephen Leacock

“One thing always strikes me,” said Kate.
— from Malbone: An Oldport Romance by Thomas Wentworth Higginson

If names are thought necessary, it would be well enough, one would think, that the name should be in some measure descriptive of the thing; and since Mr. Speaker denominates the policy which he recommends "a new policy in this country"; since he speaks of the present measure as a new era in our legislation; since he professes to invite us to depart from our accustomed course, to instruct ourselves by the wisdom of others, and to adopt the policy of the most distinguished foreign states,—one is a little curious to know with what propriety of speech this imitation of other nations is denominated an "American policy," while, on the contrary, a preference for our own established system, as it now actually exists and always has existed, is called a "foreign policy."
— from The Great Speeches and Orations of Daniel Webster With an Essay on Daniel Webster as a Master of English Style by Edwin Percy Whipple

Gabrielle had seen many similar sights in Bougainville, but never before had she quite realised the full meaning of that strange chanting, or of the sorrow that impels heathens to fashion an effigy with a fate-like grin on its curved wooden lips so that it could stand before them as some material symbol of the Unknown Power!
— from Gabrielle of the Lagoon: A Romance of the South Seas by W. H. (William Henry) Myddleton

“I am much surprised to hear that they are seeking me,” said he.
— from The Honor of the Name by Emile Gaboriau

That's the watch, but besides there are six men sleep in each of the other batteries, and six in each of the batteries inside.'
— from The Bravest of the Brave — or, with Peterborough in Spain by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty

"I reckon he's a settin' tobacco, too, 'way down that away," she mused sorrowfully, turning her face toward the north: "and maybe he'll overwork and make hisse'f sick.
— from The Tobacco Tiller: A Tale of the Kentucky Tobacco Fields by Sarah Bell Hackley