He was tired of knocking about, of making a shilling here and a sixpence there.Narrator, Dubliners by James Joyce
It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves.Narrator, The Dead
How much more pleasant it would be there than at the supper-table!Gabriel Conroy, The Dead
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.Gabriel Conroy, The Dead
No one wanted him; he was outcast from life's feast.Narrator, Dubliners by James Joyce
His soul had approached that region where dwell the vast hosts of the dead. He was conscious of, but could not apprehend, their wayward and flickering existence.Gabriel Conroy, The Dead
He longed to ascend through the roof and fly away to another country where he would never hear again of his trouble, and yet a force pushed him downstairs step by step.Narrator, Eveline
Her time was running out but she continued to sit by the window, leaning her head against the window curtain, inhaling the odour of dusty cretonne.Narrator, Eveline
She stood among the swaying crowd in the station at the North Wall. He held her hand and she knew that he was speaking to her, saying something about the journey, about the foreign;Narrator, Eveline
She prayed to God to direct her, to show her what was her duty.Eveline Hill, Eveline