You have tyrannized over me enough, you autocrat!”
— from The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Oh, how I longed at that time to be turned out— me , eighteen years old, poor, half-clothed, turned out into the street, quite alone, without lodging, without work, without a crust of bread, without relations, without a single acquaintance, in some large town—hungry, beaten (if you like), but in good health—and then I would show them— “What would I show them? “Oh, don’t think that I have no sense of my own humiliation!
— from The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

In days gone by, for a fault of mine, I was exiled to earth, and in [ 36 ] the time of my exile you treated me with marked kindness, a favour that I have never forgotten.
— from Korean Folk Tales: Imps, Ghosts and Faries by Yuk Yi

Margaret! don’t talk like that of Mrs. Erlynne, you don’t know how unjust it is!
— from Lady Windermere's Fan by Oscar Wilde

Oh! had those of my early youth been seen, those made during my travels, composed, but never written!—Why did I not write them?
— from The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — Complete by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

I formed the finest projects in the world, burned to execute them, left all, renounced everything, departed, fled, and arriving in all the transports of my early youth, found myself once more at her feet.
— from The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — Complete by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

The other moiety ere you ask is given; Repeat your will, and take it.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

But nedes day departe moste hem sone, And whanne hir speche doon was and hir chere, 1710 They twinne anoon as they were wont to done, And setten tyme of meting eft y-fere; And many a night they wroughte in this manere.
— from Troilus and Criseyde by Geoffrey Chaucer

She talked of many matters, and made me sit down, because odd to say I had a sudden touch of my enemy yesterday afternoon, which made me think it prudent to beg off from dining with her, and keep on my back taking a strong dose of sal volatile....
— from The Life of William Ewart Gladstone, Vol. 2 (of 3) 1859-1880 by John Morley

I was thinking of my earlier years—of the Scottish crags and the heaths of Ireland—and sometimes my mind would dwell on my studies—on the sonorous stanzas of Dante, rising and falling like the waves of the sea—or would strive to remember a couplet or two of poor Monsieur Boileau.
— from The Pocket George Borrow Passages chosen from the works of George Borrow by George Borrow

“My dear friend,” replied the merchant, “do not think of making excuses; your jar has been no encumbrance to me, and I should have done the same with you had I been situated as you were.
— from Favorite Fairy Tales: The Childhood Choice of Representative Men and Women by Various

Herr Goebel’s barge will not be loaded until to-morrow night, so the order may even yet be countermanded.
— from The Sword Maker by Robert Barr

The testimony of my enemy: Yet bold is my good conscience.
— from Mary Stuart: A Tragedy by Friedrich Schiller

He pressed the hand of his friend warmly, and said to him, with a penetrating accent: “Monsieur de Thou, you have recalled to me the most beautiful thoughts of my earliest youth.
— from Cinq Mars — Complete by Alfred de Vigny

“Yes, yes—of course,” cried the old man eagerly—“Yes; you must be wrong.”
— from The Mynns' Mystery by George Manville Fenn

He pressed the hand of his friend warmly, and said to him, with a penetrating accent: "Monsieur de Thou, you have recalled to me the most beautiful thoughts of my earliest youth.
— from Cinq Mars — Volume 3 by Alfred de Vigny

"Mr. Charles," said the old man earnestly, "you couldn't go for a cabin-boy, you don't know—" "You think I can't rough it," I interrupted impatiently, "but try me, and see.
— from A Great Emergency and Other Tales by Juliana Horatia Gatty Ewing