但是不知何故在伦敦的大街上，在这里、在哪里，经历了人间盛衰，她幸存下来了，彼得幸存下来了，活在彼此的心中。她坚信自己是故乡树林的一部分，是那栋丑陋的、破败不堪的房屋的一部分，是那些素未谋面的人们的一部分。她如薄雾一样平常在最熟习的人们中间铺散开来，这些人把她擎在他们的枝蔓上，正如她曾见过的树木拖着薄雾，而她却蔓延得如此迢遥，她的生活、她自身。
--弗吉尼亚·伍尔夫 《达洛卫夫人》
“Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!- I have as much soul as you,- and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh;- it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal,- as we are!”
难道就由于我一贫如洗、默默无闻、长相平庸、个子瘦小，就没有灵魂，没有心肠了？——你不是想错了吗？——我的心灵跟你一样丰富，我的心胸跟你一样充足！
假如上帝赐予我一点姿色和充足的财富，我会使你同我现在一样难分难舍，我不是根据习俗、常规，乃至也不是血肉之躯同你说话，而是我的灵魂同你的灵魂在对话，就仿佛我们两人穿过宅兆，站在上帝脚下，彼此平等——本来就如此！
--夏洛蒂·勃朗特 《简·爱》
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
“多少人爱过你昙花一现的身影，
爱过你的仙颜，以虚伪或真情，
惟唯一人曾爱你那朝圣者的心，
爱你哀戚的脸上岁月的留痕。”
--威廉·巴特勒·叶芝 《当你老了》
“I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.”
我这么爱他，并不是由于他长的漂亮，而是由于他比我更像我自己。不管我们的灵魂是什么做的，他的和我的是完备一样的。
--艾米莉·勃朗特《呼啸山庄》
“The course of true love never did run smooth.”
真爱无坦途。
--威廉姆·莎士比亚
