Indeed, a number of qualities which the woman uses to make herself noted are bound up with her emotional life, more or less.
— from Criminal Psychology: A Manual for Judges, Practitioners, and Students by Hans Gross

I will only venture on the more modest assertion that no woman had ever let me perceive it yet.
— from The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins

MEGILLUS: The shorter form, Stranger, would be more in accordance with Lacedaemonian custom; although, for my own part, if any one were to ask me which I myself prefer in the state, I should certainly determine in favour of the longer; and I would have every law made after the same pattern, if I had to choose.
— from Laws by Plato

The same doubt occurs if music has a power of improving the manners; for why should they on this account themselves learn it, and not reap every advantage of regulating the passions or forming a judgment [1339b] on the merits of the performance by hearing others, as the Lacedaemonians; for they, without having ever learnt music, are yet able to judge accurately what is good and what is bad; the same reasoning may be applied if music is supposed to be the amusement of those who live an elegant and easy life, why should they learn themselves, and not rather enjoy the benefit of others' skill.
— from Politics: A Treatise on Government by Aristotle

[340] Laeghaire, who also came back from Fairyland on a fairy horse, and fifty warriors with him each likewise mounted, to say good-bye for ever to the king and people of Connaught, were warned as they set out for this world not to dismount if they wished to return to their fairy wives.
— from The Fairy-Faith in Celtic Countries by W. Y. (Walter Yeeling) Evans-Wentz

“Yes, I confess,” he said after a while, tugging at his moustache, “I felt hurt that not one woman had ever loved me like that.”
— from A Hero of Our Time by Mikhail Iurevich Lermontov

That Peggotty was the best, the truest, the most faithful, most devoted, and most self-denying friend and servant in the world; who had ever loved me dearly, who had ever loved my mother dearly; who had held my mother’s dying head upon her arm, on whose face my mother had imprinted her last grateful kiss.
— from David Copperfield by Charles Dickens

"I am very sorry you are going," she said, her voice almost sinking to a whisper, her eyes looking more and more intently at the music, her fingers flying over the keys of the piano with a strange feverish energy which I had never noticed in her before.
— from The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins

By this time the hand of my guide was on the door, which he entered, leading me after him.
— from Tales of the Wonder Club, Volume I by M. Y. Halidom

Captain Protheroe stared down at her, wondering vaguely whether her eyes looked more lovely when bright with merriment, or when wide and soft with welling tears, and why he had never before noticed how inviting was a full quivering lip.
— from Barbara Winslow, Rebel by Beth Ellis

“Do you know you are the only person who has ever loved me?”
— from Paths of Judgement by Anne Douglas Sedgwick

These old men, everyone of whom showed his uneasiness in his own way, had each lived more than three-quarters of a century.
— from Death Points a Finger by Will Levinrew

I am marrying him because, as nearly as I can see, he is the one human being who has ever loved me in this world, and because I cannot live life without love.
— from The Locusts' Years by Mary H. (Mary Helen) Fee

But the vision of the hopping Mr. Gordon was too much for Aileen, who declined to talk of snakes any more—much to the disappointment of her son, who had evidently learned many more stories from Horrors, and burned to impart them.
— from 'Possum by Mary Grant Bruce

A white horse, emaciated, little more than buzzard meat when alive, lay with its legs stiff in the air, neck flattened and head limp.
— from Rimrock Trail by Dunn, J. Allan, (Joseph Allan)

Some watched thee then with human eyes like mine, Whose boundless gaze May now pierce on from orb to orb divine Up to the Triune blaze Of glory—nor be dazzled by its rays.
— from Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 435 Volume 17, New Series, May 1, 1852 by Various

Envy no man; you know not what his envied lot might conceal, if it actually came to changing places."
— from Zones of the Spirit: A Book of Thoughts by August Strindberg

“It is of yourself you would feel ashamed if your son came to you with a tale of loving a girl—any girl—and you failed to see her exactly with his eyes,” laughed Madge.
— from The Other World by Frank Frankfort Moore