Date: 1800

" The abrupt recovery of what had been deemed irretrievable, would naturally produce this effect upon a mind of a certain texture"

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1800

"I fear my heart would droop as often as that other image should occur to my fancy"

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1800

The mind may be in "too great a tumult for deliberation and forecast"

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1800

The soul may be thrown into tumults

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1800

"Her mind was indeed more fertile than my own in those topics which take away its keenest edge from affliction."

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: 1800

"I merely write to allay those tumults which our necessary separation produces; to aid me in calling up a little patience, till the time arrives, when our persons, like our minds, shall be united forever."

— Brown, Charles Brockden (1771-1810)

Date: March 1843

"The mind is in a sad state when Sleep, the all-involving, cannot confine her spectres within the dim region of her sway, but suffers them to break forth, affrighting this actual life with secrets that perchance belong to a deeper one."

— Hawthorne, Nathaniel (1804-1864)

Date: 1854

"t was altogether unaccountable that a young gentleman whose imagination had been strangled in his cradle, should be still inconvenienced by its ghost in the form of grovelling sensualities; but such a monster, beyond all doubt, was Tom."

— Dickens, Charles (1812-1870)

Date: 1854

"All closely imprisoned forces rend and destroy. The air that would be healthful to the earth, the water that would enrich it, the heat that would ripen it, tear it when caged up. So in her bosom even now; the strongest qualities she possessed, long turned upon themselves, became a heap of obdura...

— Dickens, Charles (1812-1870)

Date: 1854

"He was touched in the cavity where his heart should have been--in that nest of addled eggs, where the birds of heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away--by the fervor of this reproach."

— Dickens, Charles (1812-1870)