I often fall in love with men who are dead.
I know; it’s Valentine’s Day, and I ought to offer up something pink and sugary. Instead, I leave you with the phrases with which Dickens wooed me – posthumously. 🙂
I offer them up in the order in which they appear in A Tale of Two Cities, though I’ve only read half of the book.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was that age of foolishness, it was the epoch of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of the noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.”
*We do those words an injustice when we only recall the first twelve of them. They are all lovely.
“…every human creature is constituted to be that profound mystery and secret to every other… every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!”
“…perhaps second-hand cares, like second-hand clothes, come easily off and on.”
“…the triumphant perfection of inconvenience.”
*Sounds like the process of buying a house!