If we be doomed to marry, we marry; if we be doomed to remain single we do. - Thomas Hardy

And all her shining keys will be took from her, and her cupboards opened; and little things a' didn't wish seen, anybody will see; and her wishes and ways will all be as nothing!

She remained mute, not knowing that he was smothering his affection for her. She hardly observed that a tear descended slowly upon his cheek, a tear so large that it magnified the pores of the skin over which it rolled, like the object lens of a microscope.

Because nobody could love 'ee more than Tess did! … She would have laid down her life for 'ee. I could do no more.