The couple fell one atop of the other, struck down, finding consolation, at last, in death. — Emile Zola

In reality, one single thought tormented them: they were irritated at their crime, and in despair at having for ever troubled their lives.

It was like a lightning flash of passion, swift and blinding in a leaden sky.

When there is no hope in the future, the present appears atrociously bitter.