"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."
"While the flowers, pale and unreal in the moonlight, floated away upon the river; and thus do greater things that once were in our breasts, and near our hearts, flow from us to the eternal sea."
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Source: Charles Dickens (1996). “Little Dorrit”, p.320, Wordsworth Editions
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