"A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man."
"All is going on as it was wont. The waves are hoarse with repetition of their mystery; the dust lies piled upon the shore; the sea-birds soar and hover; the winds and clouds go forth upon their trackless flight; the white arms beckon, in the moonlight, to the invisible country far away."
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Source: Charles Dickens (2015). “Dealings with the Firm of Dombey and Son: Wholesale, Retail and for Export”, p.652, Jester House Publishing via PublishDrive
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