It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way, in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
"Baban bana iki seçeneğim olduğunu söylemişti. Ya bunun tarafından yutulurum ya da dizginleri elimde tutarım. Ben de dizginleri tutmaya ve bir sonraki günü beklemeye karar verdim."
If there is anything that can be crueller than death, it's nurturing false hope in your heart just to see them crushing every piece of you at the end."
Ölümden daha acımasız bir şey varsa, o da kalbinizde sahte umutlar beslemek
ve sonunda onların gelip sizin her parçanızı birer birer paramparça ettiğini görmektir.”