They seemed, like himself, to be living in a world which did not want them. - Thomas Hardy

Why doth IT so and so, and ever so, This viewless, voiceless Turner of the Wheel?

Tess shrank into herself as if she had been struck. Often enough had he tried to reach those lips against her consent — often had he said gaily that her mouth and breath tasted of the butter and eggs and milk and honey on which she mainly lived, that he drew sustenance from them, and other follies of that sort. But he did not care for them now.

Persons with any weight of character carry, like planets, their atmospheres along with them in their orbits.