Edith Wharton, Ethan Frome

"But at sunset the clouds gathered again, bringing an earlier night, and the snow began to fall straight and steadily from a sky without wind, in a soft universal diffusion more confusing than the gusts and eddies of the morning. It seemed to be a part of the thickening darkness, to be the winter night itself descending on us layer by layer."

"...how much did pride count in the ebullition of passions in his breast?"

"I want to put my hand out and touch you. I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you're sick and when you're lonesome."

"The return to reality was as painful as the return to consciousness after taking an anesthetic"

"The motions of her mind were as incalculable as the flit of a bird in the branches"

"They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods."