"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."
"She was more than human to me. She was a Fairy, a Sylph. I don't know what she was, anything that no one ever saw, and everything that everybody ever wanted. I was swallowed up in an abyss of love in an instant. There was no pausing on the brink, no looking down, or looking back. I was gone, headlong, before I had sense to say a word to her."
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Source: Charles Dickens (1872). “A Cyclopedia of the Best Thoughts of Charles Dickens”, p.277
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