A Tale of Two Cities

"Such a young creature and such a grave one."

"Vengeance and retribution require a calm hand."

"I am far less happily circumstanced than you, Miss Manette."

"The golden thread binding us together may be cut by fate."

"I have never been what you wish me to be."

"My weakness has always been that I am a disappointed drudge."

"I see that child grown into an orphan."

"You pierce my heart, Miss Manette, with your goodness."

"The wine spilled upon the streets runs red like blood."

"Recalled to Life has haunted me since first I heard those words."

"It is enough that you felt something of the agitation that I felt."

"She had laid her head upon my shoulder, that night when we were last together."

"The night is dark and I am far from home."

"I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul."

"The rope around her neck was real enough, and the platform beneath her feet was real enough, and the crowd below was real enough."

"There is no such thing as absolute truth in human affairs; there is only the truth as men perceive it."

"The wood-sawyer laughed a loud laugh, and the knitting woman did not laugh, but smiled with the malice of her design."

"I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy."

"The blade descended with terrible swiftness, and in that instant, all was silent."

"She had the power to touch his heart, and he knew it, though he had never told her so."

"Every human creature is a mystery, even to those who believe they know them best."

"The shadow of the guillotine fell across the city like a dark prophecy."

"Time moves on, and with it the fates of men and nations."

"The Old Bailey was famous for such trials; prisoners stood in such a place, and judges sat in such a place, and juries sat in such a place."

"Sydney Carton had never been a favorite of his; and there was a particular fitness in his being put out of the way."

"The streets were a long and dull affair; the passengers were but few, and those few seemed hurried and apprehensive."

"Business! Cried the King, Have they no king in France but a pack of howling wolves."

"The prisoner's last walk with his guards was the last thing his eyes beheld of the outside world."

"There is nothing in this world so irresistible to a man as a woman's tears."

"I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss, and, in their struggles to be truly free, in their triumphs and defeats, through long, long years to come, I see the evil of this time and of the previous time of which this is the natural birth, gradually making expiation for itself and wearing out."