“Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.”
“Her hair is smoldering. Her face was smudged with soot. She had a cut on her arms, her dress was torn, and she was missing a boot. Beautiful.”
“Beauty hovers around you wherever you go, which is why these two poor young men chase after you when you're covered in dirt and dressed in rages. Not beauty of the face or form. Something eternal.”
“Truly there are different kinds of pain. But the most agonizing is the pain of regret, for which there is no lasting relief and no remedy.”
“...but he felt the relief of being alone as well...the forgotten solitude which measures and verifies the strength of an affair, and which, being temporary, is a kind of pleasure.”
“...perhaps charity is the kind of beauty that we comprehend the best because we miss it the most.”