Her affection for him was now the breath and life of Tess's being; it enveloped her as a photosphere, irradiated her into forgetfulness of her past sorrows, keeping back the gloomy spectres that would persist in their attempts to touch… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
“Sometimes school feels like a rat race. All the lessons. The homework. It feels like a treadmill that I want to get off, because, well, there is more to life." - Tess; ppg 116” — Annabel Pitcher Copy Share Image
