Book: David Copperfield

Sincere, deep love difficult to Express. Her voice quiet. She is modest and shy, hiding from our sight and are willing to wait, endlessly wait. So the fruit ripens. The years pass quickly, life tends to decline, and it still ripening in the shade. This is true love.

Happiness for no reason at all not smiling. In some way we must help him to smile.

She so dearly loved me that for the sake of General agreement sacrificed some of their feelings.

... unfulfilled often is for us in its consequences, the same reality as what was accomplished.

All paths are crossed. Distance is one's imagination.

Remember that no greedy rascal did not stop in time, and it invariably led to his death. It is as immutable as the fact that we all die.

Observation of human nature has convinced me that the one who has every reason to believe in yourself, never have to swagger if he wants to believe others.

We all, no matter how much we may be years, down to the foot of the hill. After all, time never stops! Therefore, we need to always do good deeds and rejoice.

Hut happiness is better than the cold Palace of luxury, and where love is, there everything.

When I got it into my head this nonsense, I found that it drove out everything, but as soon as I started to repeat the forgotten, she vanished in turn; and when I began again to learn, I began to slip the other sections of the system. In short, you get desperate.

... if he intended some mischief or betrayal, I hope that simple love and truth eventually will prevail. I believe that true love and devotion in the end triumph over any evil and all evils in the world.

There is a great work, a priceless reward.

'My dear! People independent and self-confident steadfastly reflects the beats of rock and substitutes for them his head. Will play its role to the end, not paying attention to the vicissitudes of fate. Your arm, trot!

Love, Mature love, full of reverence and devotion, does not easily expressed in words; her voice timid.