At Christmas and on my birthday I was given handsome presents as if they were punishments.
from The Juniper Tree by Barbara Comyns pg. 10
It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.
from Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez pg. 3
This is a snail shell, round, full, and glossy as a horse chestnut.
from Gift from the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh