others shall pass, as we have passed, As we have come, so others shall meet, And the dream that our mind had sketched in haste, Shall others continue, but never complete.
— from Poems by Victor Hugo

After the hot summer days the mist sometimes hung over the moorland as if a whole lake were behind the old trees, among which the crows and the daws were fluttering; and thus it had looked when the good Knight Grubbe had lived here—when the old manor house stood with its thick red walls.
— from Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen by H. C. (Hans Christian) Andersen

and then resuming all his presence of mind, which had for a moment staggered under this blow, and his strength, which had failed at the words of the old man, he said, “Oh, I have saved you once, and I will save you a second time!”
— from The Count of Monte Cristo, Illustrated by Alexandre Dumas

Why I thought it was that old man here still.” “Listen.
— from The Possessed (The Devils) by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

It was but a week, since an aged, grey-haired man, a lasting honour to the land that gave him birth, who has done good service to his country, as his forefathers did, and who will be remembered scores upon scores of years after the worms bred in its corruption, are but so many grains of dust—it was but a week, since this old man had stood for days upon his trial before this very body, charged with having dared to assert the infamy of that traffic, which has for its accursed merchandise men and women, and their unborn children.
— from American Notes by Charles Dickens

'When I came to England, attracted to the country with which I had none but most miserable associations, by the accounts of my fine inheritance that found me abroad, I came back, shrinking from my father's money, shrinking from my father's memory, mistrustful of being forced on a mercenary wife, mistrustful of my father's intention in thrusting that marriage on me, mistrustful that I was already growing avaricious, mistrustful that I was slackening in gratitude to the two dear noble honest friends who had made the only sunlight in my childish life or that of my heartbroken sister.
— from Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens

'I ask you to believe that if I were to offer my home such as it is, my station such as it is, my affections such as they are, to any one of the best considered, and best qualified, and most distinguished, among the young women engaged in my calling, they would probably be accepted.
— from Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens

The young man heard these words and bent so forward over the rock that one might have supposed he was about to precipitate himself from it.
— from Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas

But as to the other matter he said: “My daughter, whom my brother desireth, I sold within these three days to be wife to a great Weroance for two bushels of Roanoke [a small kind of beads made of oyster shells], and it is true she is already gone with him, three days' journey from me.”
— from The Story of Pocahontas by Charles Dudley Warner

The more I struggled, the lower my head and shoulders went, till only my heels, strapped to those long
— from Camping & Tramping with Roosevelt by John Burroughs

"I don't see myself sitting around in no shop, with a dust cloth tied over my head, selling tickets.
— from Believe You Me! by Nina Wilcox Putnam

"I must try once more," he said.
— from The Covered Wagon by Emerson Hough

And what was it that the old man had said about fish, and fishermen, and the sea?
— from The Lord of the Sea by M. P. (Matthew Phipps) Shiel

Instead of thanking me for my speech, he said the city should repent of their obstinacy, for that he would shew them who he was: and so saying, he immediately turned that part to me to which the toe of man hath so wonderful an affection, that it is very difficult, whenever it presents itself conveniently, to keep our toes from the most violent and ardent salutation of it.
— from The Works of Henry Fielding, vol. 11 A Journey From This World to the Next; and A Voyage to Lisbon by Henry Fielding

For my part, I am unable to conceive of an intelligence shaped on the model of that of men, however superior it might be, which could be any better off than our own in this respect; that is, which could possess logically justifiable grounds for certainty about the constancy of the order of things, and therefore be in a position to declare that such and such events are impossible.
— from Life and Letters of Thomas Henry Huxley — Volume 3 by Thomas Henry Huxley