There's a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating. - Thomas Hardy

In fact, precisely at this transitional point of its nightly roll into darkness the great and particular glory of the Egdon waste began, and nobody could be said to understand the heath who had not been there at such a time. It could best be felt when it could not clearly be seen, its complete effect and explanation lying in this and the succeeding hours before the next dawn; then, and only then, did it tell its true tale.

...you have torn my life all to pieces.. made me a victim, a caged bird!

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