But enough, my Heart, the world waits to hear our story,--the world once so unloving
to you, the world with a heart so hard and anon so soft for love.
Only did he know hurt, such as any child knows under the blow of a thoughtless or unloving
For continual suffering had annihilated religious faith within me: to the utterly miserable--the unloving and the unloved--there is no religion possible, no worship but a worship of devils.
I turned my eyes from her with a horrible dread lest my insight should return, and I should be obliged to see what had been breeding about two unloving women's hearts.
"Poor, hideous, unloved, unloving
monsters--they gave up their lives for the daughter of the man who made them the awful, repulsive creatures that they were."
The clay of White Fang had been moulded until he became what he was, morose and lonely, unloving
and ferocious, the enemy of all his kind.
'From the unhappy suppression of my youngest days, through the rigid and unloving
home that followed them, through my departure, my long exile, my return, my mother's welcome, my intercourse with her since, down to the afternoon of this day with poor Flora,' said Arthur Clennam, 'what have I found!'
She was doubly tortured; in part, with a sense of overwhelming shame that strange and unloving
eyes should have the privilege of gazing, and partly because the idea occurred to her, with ridiculous importunity, that the window was not arranged so skilfully, nor nearly to so much advantage, as it might have been.
And they laughed so that in the end they were making as much noise as if they had been two ordinary healthy natural ten-year-old creatures--instead of a hard, little, unloving
girl and a sickly boy who believed that he was going to die.
There's plenty of 'unloving
love' in the world of a masculine kind.
A nineteenth-century trend of comparing wifehood to slavery runs throughout the book, highlighting how women's roles in unequal, unloving
marriages were seen as a form of servitude, both during and after times of actual slavery in the US.
Your cousins were brought up, according to my notion, in a sloppy way, whereas you were often smacked - you remember, no doubt - & no doubt you blame me for that too & think me a harsh unloving
woman, which is why you adore Auntie Margiad & her eternal yakking, which drives me round the bend, though she means well.