Sometimes you have a kind of kept-down manner with you, which is not like your age.
— from Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens

Grant indeed that this faith in the Social Contract belongs to the stranger sorts; that an unborn generation may very wisely, if not laugh, yet stare at it, and piously consider.
— from The French Revolution: A History by Thomas Carlyle

I threw myself at his feet, and embraced his knees: What pleasure, sir, you give me at these gracious words, is not lent your poor servant to express!—I shall be too much rewarded for all my sufferings, if this goodness hold!
— from Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded by Samuel Richardson

Because a woman is no longer young is no reason why she should wear perpetual black—unless she is fat.
— from Etiquette by Emily Post

This world is not like your world.
— from Parrot & Co. by Harold MacGrath

do you know a more disgusting, more humiliating sight than the sagging of the skin on a neck that was once like marble?—than a mouth visibly losing its form?—the slender shoulders we have adored, broadening into massivity?—all the fine spiritual delicacy of youth being touched to heaviness?—all the barbarous cruelty, in short, with which, before our eyes, time treats the woman who is no longer young.—No, no!
— from Maurice Guest by Henry Handel Richardson

And worthily is Nelson loved; Yet, ere a short month's dawn, Fresh glory Britain's sons have proved, Led on by gallant Strachan.
— from Chats on Autographs by Alexander Meyrick Broadley

Even though it be spoken of in a weak and insipid manner, it is still a merit with her who is no longer young.
— from Priests, Women, and Families by Jules Michelet

Your wife is no longer your wife.
— from The Joyous Adventures of Aristide Pujol by William John Locke

This weakness is not like you.
— from For Woman's Love by Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte Southworth

He had been attracted by her beauty, by her kindly spirit, by that sympathy which every genuine woman can give to a man whom she finds pleasant company; but of the sacred feeling, which is named love, yet which has no name, he had not felt one thrill.
— from The Silver Bullet by Fergus Hume

That is why I never let you touch my face.
— from The House of Toys by Henry Russell Miller

“Bad luck to you, how can I when I never larned?” “Your lordship can make your mark,” said the attorney.
— from Handy Andy, Volume 2 — a Tale of Irish Life by Samuel Lover