His soft hand on my cheek was ice cold. I tried to hiss at him, to spit on his face, to force him away from me. But I was paralysed. His eyes were filled with a deep longing, and he leaned forwards slightly so that his lips were only a few inches from mine. "I adore you, Valerie. We were made for each other."
Whether I am a fool or a villain I know not; but this is certain, I am also most deserving of pity - perhaps more so than she. My soul has been spoiled by the world, my imagination is unquiet, my heart insatiate. To me everything is of little moment. I have become as easily accustomed to grief as to joy, and my life grows emptier day by day.- Pechorin of A Hero of Our Time (Top 20 Byronic Heroes in Literature)
“It is these black clothes,” said Strange. “I am like a leftover piece of funeral, condemned to walk about the Town, frightening people into thinking of their own mortality.” - Jonathan Strange of Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell (Top 20 Byronic Heroes in Literature)