Once there had been joy, but now there was only sadness, and it was not, he knew, alone the sadness of an… — Clifford D. Simak Copy Share Image
She must have sensed she never really had him. That was a sadness of hers, he knew. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Edith’s clothes were flung in disarray on the floor beside the bed, the covers of which had been thrown back carelessly; she… — John Williams Copy Share Image
