"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."
"I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so, the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her."
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Source: Great Expectations ch. 59 (1862 ed.)
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