Your eyes are to be my stars for the future. - Thomas Hardy

If an offense come out of the truth, better is it that the offense come than that the truth be concealed.

Meanwhile, the trees were just as green as before; the birds sang and the sun shone as clearly now as ever. The familiar surroundings had not darkened because of her grief, nor sickened because of her pain.

She might have seen that what had bowed her head so profoundly -the thought of the world's concern at her situation- was found on an illusion. She was not an existence, an experience, a passion, a structure of sensations, to anybody but herself.

Sometimes I shrink from your knowing what I have felt for you, and sometimes I am distressed that all of it you will never know.