Alas! How few of Nature’s faces are left alone to gladden us
with their beauty! The cares, and sorrows, and hungerings of the
world, change them as they change hearts; and it is only when
passions sleep, and have lost their hold for ever, that the
troubled clouds pass of, and leave Heaven’s surface clear.
Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist (via effervesce)   Madame Bovary,
Gustave Flaubert