David

“The light grew stronger, gushing up against the dark sap-hire of the transparent night. The light grew stronger, whiter, then over it hovered a flush of rose. A flush of rose, and then yellow, pale, new-created yellow, the whole quivering and poising momentarily over the fountain on the sky’s rim. The rose hovered and quivered, burned, fused to flame, to a transient red, while the yellow urged out in great waves, thrown from the ever-increasing fountain, great waves of yellow flinging into the sky, scattering its spray over the darkness, which became bluer and bluer, paler, till soon it would itself be a radiance, which had been darkness. The sun was coming.”
― D.H. Lawrence, The Rainbow

“I hope she was not the Church's creature," de Soya says quietly. "If she was, then my Church has become the monster.”
― Dan Simmons, Endymion

“The very qualities I love you for are the ones that will always make you a failure.”
― F Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

“The salt, bitter passion of the sea, its indifference to the earth, its swinging, definite motion, its strength, its attack, and its salt burning, seemed to provoke her to a pitch of madness, tantalizing her with vast suggestions of fulfilment.”
― D.H. Lawrence, The Rainbow